[Intro]
We were with the boys at the club, ah
And it's not fun, it's sad
All these chicks seem to love, ah
But to be honest, don’t give a fuck
But here's one thing I can't understand:
Why isn't it funny? Ah
Maybe it's just the way it should be, it should be
[Chorus]
Bitch, I don't have a heart (I don't have it)
I look into her eyes and I'm a dead man (I'm a dead man)
Cocaine Benz, ah
I don't have a heart, ah (I don't have it)
I look into her eyes and I'm a dead man (I'm a dead man)
Cocaine Benz, ah
I don't have a heart, ah (No heart)
I look into her eyes and I'm a dead man, ah (I'm a dead man)
Cocaine Benz, ah
I don't have a heart, ah (I don't have it)
I look into eyes — and I'm dead (I'm dead)
Dead man (Dead man), ah
[Verse 1]
I only see gray through the apartment window, ah
You want to play games, but there will be holes in you, ah (Pu-pu)
Two LV packages like kettlebells, ah (Like kettlebells)
I'm changing and I'm a fucking bad incentive for myself (Ye)
I thought I cared, I don’t give a fuck, m
Yes I cum on her navel, m
Double cup lean sip, m
R. I. P. Bodrov, m
It's not a TT, it's a Glock, m
Black space coupe — my board, m
Cards, but not Tarot, but VISA, she doesn't know the PIN code, m
This rap today is Speed Info
I am one of those who have seen the pain
My mood is like fucking ping pong
Her road goes to the glass
Watch for a million, Uniqlo T-shirt
I constantly think that I am nobody
Tell me, why are you such a pussy? Ooh
[Bridge]
These whores won't break my heart
These hoes can't chew off a piece
She'll left the boyfriend, she's been with him for two years
To my black, long S 500
These whores won't break my heart
These hoes can't chew off a piece
She'll leave the boyfriend, she's been with him for two years
To my black, long S 500
[Verse 2]
I don't have a heart, na na
Your hoe is here on her knees, na na
Your bitch wants money, na na
Money is not a problem, na na
I've got so much on my mind, I don't fucking need you
I want to make money without whores
Yeah, I'm fucking sick of this circus, fucking sick of this circus
No motherfuckers than you are more ordinary
White Valentino and Chianti Suit
My chain is fucking better than Eliantte's
Your hoe, she sees the options
Your hoe, she sees diamonds
I can fucking hit a motherfucker, huh (I can)
I can tell that none of you are from the block, huh (I can)
In my phone, bitches for every taste
No heart, I don't fuck with them
[Chorus]
I look into her eyes and I'm a dead man (I'm a dead man)
Cocaine Benz
I don't have a heart (I don't have it)
I look into eyes — and I'm dead (Ooh-ah)
I don't have a heart (No heart)
I look into her eyes and I'm a dead man (I'm a dead man)
Cocaine Benz
I don't have a heart, ah
I look into eyes — and I'm dead (I'm a dead man)