Willy Cardiac Lyrics - Love Ya, Love Ya Not

Willy Cardiac - Love Ya, Love Ya Not

I do not like her
But she do like me
Way back then I liked her
But she ain’t like me
Yeah, she cropped me out the frame
That bitch like Spike Lee
Fucked up my sobriety
That bitch a wanna be

Too geeked up but I’m geeking on Mars
I’m geeking on Mars
She told me I’m not the one
She saved my life
I don’t know what else she wants
But she want a star
She the one that’s on my phone
Yeah, she on a roll

Woah, hoe, geeking up, geeking up, geeking up, girl, let go
Popping on charts, now bitches want me and they tryna go fuck on my bro
Tryna step on me but lil nigga, he ain’t even got no flow
Tryna fuck with me but lil nigga, he ain’t even got no dough

Yeah, I be geeking, I be geeking on Mars
I got too much I might spend on my broad
I might pull up with a choppa on y’all
Nigga hating too much, shooting at y'all
I got broads and they smoking on raw
Too geeked up, I’m smoking on raw
I might pull up with a choppa and dodge
I got money, baby, it ain’t a fraud

Molly girl in the city, she geeking up
I got too much lean and I’m fiending now
Your hoe she wanna be on my team now
I can’t be the only one that sipping now
I can’t be the one that she wanted, now she want me but I know that I wanted her
I want her but she know that I wanted her
Told you once, girl and in the end I said

Woah, don’t get too geeked up
Girl, and these drugs man, they gon fuck you up
Man, I can’t lie and I can’t give you love
But I don’t wanna see you hurting

I do not like her
But she do like me
Way back then I liked her
But she ain’t like me
Yeah, she cropped me out the frame
That bitch like Spike Lee
Fucked up my sobriety
That bitch a wanna be

Too geeked up but I’m geeking on Mars
So, I’m geeking on Mars
She told me I’m not the one
She saved my life
I don’t know what else she wants
But she want a star
She the one that’s on my phone
Yeah, she on a roll

Slapping that bitch up and she loving the dick
Yeah, she loving the dick
I got too much can not cuff on no bitch
Yeah, you gonna talk all that shit
But you gonna pull up with choppas and miss
Pull up with the choppas and miss
Yeah, you gonna shoot at me but you gonna miss
But you gon’ shoot and you miss

Too geeked, I be chilling on Mars
Too much gas bitch, I need more raw
Now I got her man and she ain’t gonna run
Too geeked up, I’m on that loud
I got money, bitch, don’t need no love
Two bi bitches in my loft
Too much beef, I can’t see no saw
I got choppa, it’s gonna hit you and your father

I’m tryna blow up, count my money and my bands up
These bitches tryna take my soul, they cannot tame us
But I got flows on flows and that’s why fucking hands up
All of you bitches talk that shit but you can't stand us

Damn, right, you can not stand us

We pull with choppa, hit your mans and hit your gang up
Now you talking crazy, till we pull up with ‘em phantoms
Hit your boy like doo doo doo, now nigga put your hands up

I do not like her
But she do like me
Way back then I liked her
But she ain’t like me
Yeah, she cropped me out the frame
That bitch like Spike Lee
Fucked up my sobriety
That bitch a wanna be

Too geeked up but I’m geeking on Mars
So, I’m geeking on Mars
She told me I’m not the one
She saved my life
I don’t know what else she wants
But she want a star
She the one that’s on my phone
Yeah, she on a roll

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