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Father - Heartthrob
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Father
Father
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Father
Father
Songwriter
meltycanon
meltycanon
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Father
Father
Producer
Centel Mangum
Centel Mangum
Recording Engineer
Nate Donmoyer
Nate Donmoyer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take shit that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm done (yeah) Dust on hell spawn (woah) We don't get along Rock with it, lean with it Styrofoam with lean in it Party not popping, less my whole fucking team in it Glenn Wood, hitting jugg's Niggas wish that they was good But niggas couldn't keep it real But I don't hold no ill will I ain't got no ena, and you ain't got no stamina So nigga don't you come at me We know you ain't got no family You ain't got no crew Cause they don't keep it real with you Niggas keep it real with me Despite all of my savagery No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob Living on the west side Pretty black heartthrob The way I used to make her feel I miss when we were only friends Juggin' in the west end Touching in her west end Big house Duplex (yeah) Suplex, who next (woah) Russian roulette (yeah) Bullet threw neck (eh) Brett Hart, sharpshooter Scamming bitches on computers Future in my hands Popped a vyvanse, blew five bands Hang time, gang signs Use you're hands, fusion dance Stay in school So tinted Oprah Winfrey, we ain't cool Soda whips is bullet proof Getting throat in a jeep A nigga ran off the streets Say they got evidence on me But that shit ain't concrete No matter what I steal, or all the niggas that I rob Living on the west side Pretty black heartthrob The way I used to make her feel I miss when we were only friends Juggin' in the west end Touching in her west end Better call the cops I'm 'bout to run up on yo' block Take shit that don't belong to me They say that something wrong with me Red rum, red rum (eh) Hoodlum, I'm done (yeah) Dust on hell spawn (woah) We don't get along
Writer(s): Centel Mangum, Zachary Whitman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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