Lyrical Breakdown of Hurt My Heart - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hurt My Heart" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Berge always flexin'
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' on my god
She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
I don't need you, oah
I been puttin' up with your shit, ever since I was a jit
I said, "Bitch, you gotta go"
Always knew you wasn't shit, but I loved you too strong
Only when you 'round you fuck with me, get mad and then you party
Know you gon' get drunk and want to fuck, hoe why you startin' me
Know them hoes you be with want to fuck, laugh when you saltin' me
Know that shit you tell them don't add up, you got tattoos of me
All across yo' face, hoe you down bad, I hate ya
All them moves I make, I never tried once for to break ya
Out of all them moves you make, bitch you ain't breakin' me
You know not one nigga for to play, 'cause it ain't safe with me
After all them times you lay with them, bitch, you ain't think of me, at all?
Get mad and shit you say to me, you hate me, wish I'd fall
You need to tell his baby mama what you know, that boy don't play with me
All that shit y'all put on me, gon' make me kill that child inside the street
You fucked on him, you don't fuck wit' me
You run, I ain't tryin' catchin' up
And you never said it, 'til this day
This hoe think I'm a fuckin duck
You deserve everything these bitches havin'
But, you fucked it up
Only takin' orders from my daddy
You know I'm slimey, probably'll put you up
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' my god
She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
Got to love the hoes that stick on my side
Might make a flick with Yaya
I'm on the other side of options tonight
I come from the Northside, you was with me, I was fucked up
We ain't have a house, we would fuck outside
Then we had to switch it up, at the time, it's up, I had the hood hot
Bitch always lyin' and tellin' lies on me
You ain't my type of woman, ain't the type of bitch I need
And, I ain't your type of nigga, you don't do that shit to me
You know right from wrong, don't try to apologize
Oh, oh, oh
I see a star in the sky
It's not shinin', it's been dim
I swear I seen a star cry
I say she used to be mine wish, she know I'm not them
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, I just pulled up in a push-start
Buy my baby mama another, from BR
Fuck yo' trust, I know I'm more turnt up than that boy
Fuck yo' heart, and if I burned it, hope it boil, goddamn
You a snake, and bitch, you knowin' that I'm knowin'
Be with his sister and you did that to that boy
Used to help me write rhymes
Even in jail, you helped me through all my times
Know I killed that fat bitch boyfriend, that be around
Ayy, while that time I was in jail, straight from Parish prison
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' my god
She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy