Yung Bleu – Dead To Me

Yung Bleu – Dead To Me Lyrics

Artist: Yung Bleu
Song: Dead To Me

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#tch 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#tch you dead to me so get the f#ck up out my face
Yeah, ’cause b#tch you dead to me so get the f#ck up out my face

I ain’t finna talk rude to you
I’m just finna talk rules to you
Listen b#tch, rule number one
I’m supposed to be the number one

f#ckin’ 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#ck you thinkin’ that was cool?
All the fast cars and the jewels
n#gg# even paid for your shoes
(Real sh#t, real talk n#gg#)

But I got a new b#tch, matter fact I got ’bout three new new b#tches
I done learned my lesson, treat these b#tches like ain’t nothin’
Most these hoes be out here f#ckin’ different n#gg#s 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#ck 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#tch 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#tch you dead to me so get the f#ck up out my face

Yeah, ’cause b#tch you dead to me so get the f#ck up out my face
Why the f#ck is you calling my phone?
Why the f#ck you won’t leave me alone?
You made your choice, yeah

And now you got the voicemail
That p#ss# moist, yeah, you reminiscing
I pulled up in that mean machine and I got all the b#tches
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#ckin’ with too many b#tches, 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#ck 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#gg# you f#ckin’, he lame as f#ck
Ah-ayy, 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#tch 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#tch you dead to me so get the f#ck up out my face

Yeah, ’cause b#tch you dead to me so get the f#ck up out my face
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Release Year: 2021