Heartbreaker (London) lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
First things first, miscommunication ain't no lie
So shut up n*gga, ole' f*ck n*gga
The only thing gonna touch n*gga is yourself n*gga
When you see Robb Bank$ on sight
Man I'm playing with the pus*y, I already know what they about
Man I see all they attentions on Panamera too
I make a n*gga wanna swtich positions
I got doom with this b*tch, And how she's been?
Past-tense, crazy I see that b*tch a day later
Her eyes first, I size her up after, then she say "Hey stranger"
I take a glance, and I laugh cause of my outlook on the situation
She say I'm disappearing, never dealt a n*gga like me
I ain't going abandon my city, let alone run from no pus*y
Got a lot of paper, none with my name on it, another purple
But Richie could still read through you invisible
Boy I'll be damned if a b*tch think they smarter than me
See your Broward college degree only left hand prints
Of steam on the porch window, perspiration on the seats
In other words man, I wasn't impressed man
We're the first and seconds I'm saying doing an oppression
Always gonna be acting like someone that you ain't
Y'all n*ggas tryna be someone that you ain't
At Paramount I make a movie, faint to Panameras to Dually
And if you making a scene you pretty much saying shoot me
Got these lame n*ggas putting bugs in your ass like Shino ho
Took a b*tch on a date the other day to prom
Uno, dos, had a blonde b*tch fighting to get to be a n*gga
Two phone Tarantino
[Hook]
Heartbreaker, f*ck up yo' b*tch make-up
Heartless, ungrateful, unfaithful, love you then they hate you
Just tell them stay true to what they saying, they ain't me
While we pass notes hand to hand with the paper
It's raining, said its pouring, young savage, only ride foreign
Heartbreaker, f*ck up yo' b*tch make-up
Heartless, ungrateful, unfaithful, love you then they hate you
Just tell them stay true to what they saying, they ain't me
While we pass notes hand to hand with the paper
It's raining, said its pouring, young savage, only ride foreign

[Verse 2]
Said I just want you to want me
When you sliding state to state, country to country
You bound to leave a piece of something
Somewhere with somebody, I wanna make a scene with ya'
With the same ingredients that's Professor Utonium
And you need a turn Inspector Gadget on
Your going on on a nickel marriage
Ask your dime-piece southern Hampshire, she'll tell you I'm a savage
Boy, four in the morning you got me zoning at my iPhone
Then it turn to six, then a n*gga realize he just want sex
So I give a call to my Claymore b*tch, cause I know that she awake
And I been a savage since elementary
Can't look me in my eyes so you look up my history
But what you n*ggas don't get it is all that sh*t will get to me
It stick to me, a year ago we talking about running away and leaving
And now it's been two months and she still ain't bleeding, b*tch
And all these f*ck boys think another n*gga life so sweet
These n*ggas say my daddy rich sh*t, the my b*tch call me Weezy
See how fired up you get me, get me off topic again
Like the new jewelry on your pus*y ring from the main thing
Two months I've lived with you, talking till we passed out
No goodnight kisses, so passive aggressive but you tell me
You love me and I think you meant it
It's funny, the only woman that I ever really loved
In a different country, country boy can't pass the county limits
I drink more lean than all these n*ggas
And show cutling to all these n*ggas, f*cked all your b*tches
And these Xans got me thinking that everybody snitching
Aye thats why they call me Robb, cause a n*gga always gone
But I'm never gone missing, Broward County, I'm in Tha City
[Hook]
Heartbreaker, f*ck up yo' b*tch make-up
Heartless, ungrateful, unfaithful, love you then they hate you
Just tell them stay true to what they saying, they ain't me
While we pass notes hand to hand with the paper
It's raining, said its pouring, young savage, only ride foreign
Heartbreaker, f*ck up yo' b*tch make-up
Heartless, ungrateful, unfaithful, love you then they hate you
Just tell them stay true to what they saying, they ain't me
While we pass notes hand to hand with the paper
It's raining, said its pouring, young savage, only ride foreign

[Outro]