Yung Bleu - Dead to Me lyrics

You broke my heart, you broke my heart You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo My money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo I got my new b***h jet-skiing, I done took the cake home I don’t wanna take no photo, no I don’t wanna take no photo I don’t wanna have no dates versuri-lyrics.info ‘Cause b***h you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face Yeah, ’cause b***h you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face. I ain’t finna talk rude to you I’m just finna talk rules to you Listen b***h, rule number one I’m supposed to be the number one f**in’ off, I ain’t have a clue I was boyfriend number two Bringing me to rule number two Never have me lookin’ like a fool How the f**k you thinkin’ that was cool? All the fast cars and the j**els n***a even paid for your shoes (real s**t, real talk n***a) But I got a new b***h, matter fact I got ’bout three new new b**hes I done learned my lesson, treat these b**hes like ain’t nothin’ Most these h**s be out here f**in’ different n***as like it’s nothin’ Just to feel like they is something You did me wrong, that explains why I’m heartless (I don’t give a f**k now, for real) You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo My money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo I got my new b***h jet-skiing, I done took the cake home I don’t wanna take no photo, no I don’t wanna take no photo I don’t wanna have no dates ‘Cause b***h you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face Yeah, ’cause b***h you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face. Why the f**k is you calling my phone? Why the f**k you won’t leave me alone? You made your choice, yeah And now you got the voicemail That p***y moist, yeah, you reminiscing I pulled up in that mean machine and I got all the b**hes I gave you top of the line, I know you miss it baby If you could turn back the time, I wouldn’t let you baby Now you can’t buy what I buy, it’s too expensive baby Now you can’t buy what I buy, it’s too expensive baby I want to lick it and stick it I can’t be f**in’ with too many b**hes, I gotta be choosey and picky I’m leaving your neck with a hickey You might be the illest, the trillest that did it You was surprised when I told you to visit Ain’t know that I f**k with some diddy Come take a ride through my city You know that you good if you bang with us We from the trenches, we get to the digits, you know that it’s dangerous That n***a you f**in’, he lame as f**k Ahhh, this what I told her. You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo My money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo I got my new b***h jet-skiing, I done took the cake home I don’t wanna take no photo, no I don’t wanna take no photo I don’t wanna have no dates ‘Cause b***h you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face Yeah, ’cause b***h you dead to me so get the f**k up out my faceee.