Club Hearts Lyrics

Tell me if you love me or you don't

Know I fucked up, that's why I keep on tryna right these wrongs

Heartbreaker, broke her heart, then put it in a song

I don't fuck with how you moving, why them niggas on your phone

Why they there? All them niggas on your phone

Keep on saying it's just me, I think you lying though

I think you lying though, I think you lying though

Vice grip on my heart, you got my soul

Don't betray me

Your friend called

Told me about your secrets and your past

At the same time, telling you that I'm a fucking player

Chatty, patty bitches tryna get between us, we don't listen

Matter of fact, fuck your friends, all them bitches kinda dusty

We got too much fucking motion

They be playing in the dirt

Shade room, bitches stay online, I know they hatin

Off the PJ, chasing cheesecake

Seven-two-two's for niggas that be playing like I'm soft

I'm the big dog, niggas gotta check it with the loot

Or they knocked off, Or they knocked off

Tell me if you love me or you don't

Know I fucked up, that's why I keep on tryna right these wrongs

Heartbreaker, broke her heart, then put it in a song

I don't fuck with how you moving, why them niggas on your phone

Why them niggas on your phone again

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