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Polo G - Heartless (feat. Mustard) [Official Video]
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INTERPRÉTATION
Polo G
Polo G
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Paroles/Composition
Dijon McFarlane
Dijon McFarlane
Paroles/Composition
Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Shah Rukh Zaman Khan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Polo G
Polo G
Production déléguée
Mustard
Mustard
Production
GYLTTRYP
GYLTTRYP
Co‑production
David Pizzimenti
David Pizzimenti
Ingénierie de mixage
Joe Grasso
Joe Grasso
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steven “Steve-O” Carless
Production déléguée
Stacia Mac
Stacia Mac
Production déléguée

Paroles

Mustard on the beat, ho My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow Catch a opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reload Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goals Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soul Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak those Better not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss you Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signal My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul You would think we had a whistle Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initials Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middle I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget you Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propane Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
Writer(s): Dijon Mcfarlane, Taurus Bartlett, Shahrukh Khan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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