Hurt My Feelings lyrics

[Intro]
(Mhm, you're listening to YhapoJJ)
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[Verse]
She wanna suck my di*k, I let her suck my di*k (Suck my di*k)
Sometimes, when I wake up, I wanna shoot mys— (I wanna shoot mys—)
I know this b*tch right here, b*tch really bad for me (She really bad for me)
And everytime I wake up, I just wanna die (Wanna—)
And then I tell TJ, "n*gga, lace my shoes" (Lace my shoes)
Then he lace my shoes but I'm still walking funny (Walking funny)
I think I'm losing myself trying to love on you (Love on you)
I'm sorry, baby girl, but lil' Yhap want money (But lil' Yhap want money)
She said I got a cult fan-base, you think I do? (Think I do?)
I really love y'all n*ggas, man, y'all make me happy (Yeah, y'all make me happy)
I put my feelings on the beat 'cause I don't have no one to talk to
So I treat y'all like family
I'm tryna swerve all down the block, I'm tryna swerve in Phantom (Swerve in Phantom)
Yo' b*tch, she suckin' on my c*ck, that b*tch, she doin' damage (She doin' damage)
I got yo' b*tch, her pus*y pop, she poppin' pus*y since (Poppin' pus*y since)
I love the way she pop her pus*y, pop pus*y with manners (Pop pus*y with manners)
If I see a b*tch I like, I put her on a plan (Put her on a plan)
If I leave this b*tch for life, I hope she understand (I hope she understand)
I put syrup in the syrup, mix it 'til I'm dying (Mix it 'til I'm dying)
We mix syrup up in syrup, sip it 'til we die (Sip it 'til we die)
See yo' b*tch on the curb tryna fa-fa-fa
Hurt my feelings, stupid b*tch, and you made me cry (Make me cry)
Thinkin' 'bout women, all the women in my f*ckin' life (f*ckin' life)
And why the f*ck is it so hard to find a b*tch I like? (Find a b*tch I like?)
Why the f*ck is it so hard to find the b*tch that's right? (Find the b*tch that's right?)
Why the f*ck is it so hard to find a b*tch I like?
And why the f*ck is it so hard to find a b*tch I like?
And I'm not no f*ckin' j*rk rapper, I'm a slime
And I'm not no f*ckin' dirt rapper, I'm not yo' son
Shoot a n*gga like the f*ckin' rappers, I do it dumb
And I be so damn depressed, sometimes I don't even know what's wrong
I really love when y'all listen to my music, it help me move on
Yeah, this sh*t help me move on