Dead To Me Lyrics

Dead To Me - Yung Bleu

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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 bitch 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 bitch you dead to me so get

The fuck up out my face

Yeah, 'cause bitch you dead to me so

Get the fuck up out my face

I ain't finna talk rude to you

I'm just finna talk rules to you

Listen bitch, rule number one

I'm supposed to be the number one

Fuckin' 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 fuck you thinkin' that was cool?

All the fast cars and the jewels

Nigga even paid for your shoes

(real shit, real talk nigga)

But I got a new bitch

Matter fact I got 'bout

Three new new bitches

I done learned my lesson

Treat these bitches like ain't nothin'

Most these hoes be out here fuckin'

Different niggas 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 fuck 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 bitch 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 bitch you dead to me so get

The fuck up out my face

Yeah, 'cause bitch you dead to me so

Get the fuck up out my face

Why the fuck is you calling my phone?

Why the fuck you won't leave me alone?

You made your choice, yeah

And now you got the voicemail

That pussy moist, yeah, you reminiscing

I pulled up in that mean machine

And I got all the bitches

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 fuckin' with too many bitches

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 fuck 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 digit's

You know that it's dangerous

That nigga you fuckin', he lame as fuck

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 bitch 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 bitch you dead to me so get

The fuck up out my face

Yeah, 'cause bitch you dead to me so

Get the fuck up out my face