Cold Hearted Prince & Justin Deak - Track Meet

Heart to heart
Soul to soul
Six owe to the world blow
Said I was done with that bitch
But I fucked her last week
Highly recruited amongst these bitches
Like a five star athlete
My niggas run the city
Like a motherfuckin track meet
Spend a check at saks
Coolin kicking cack
I don't want that bitch
Send that bitch right back
Send that bitch right back
I ain't really fuck wit her like that
Two bitches that I lost
Gotta get em back
Never ditch yo hos
Cuz her ass fat
Sittin on top of the world
I'm tryna give you the world
Okay I lied
I want my hands through ya curls
I mean I'm really tryna fuck up the world
I mean really tryna fuck wit ya girl
Then give you back to the world
This shit ain't all down diamonds and pearls
Honesty is key
These niggas ain't fuckin me
Can't front bitch
You know you need me
Dick so good
It should cost you a fee
Bag so big
Tell them fuck the receipt
If I was charged with this shit
It'll be a felony
Rules to the streets
He ain't fam he don't eat
Like a bitch that don't speak
Pretty bitch with a mean mug
Classy bitch but a mean thug
Like my bitches somewhat thick
Don't leave me around her ima hit that shit
Soon as she leave
It's fuck that bitch
I don't need that bitch
I'm the man how can you not see that shit
Ray charles to the bullshit
Nigga talk slick hit em with a full clip
Ray charles to the bullshit
Nigga talk slick hit em with a full clip
Make me do a back slip
Said I was done with that bitch
But I fucked her last week
Highly recruited amongst these bitches
Like a five star athlete
My niggas run the city
Like a motherfuckin track meet
Motherfuckin track meet

Written by:
Justin Deak, Prince'Donald Gaines

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