Still Got My Heart ft. 4quan Lyrics

Keep me close, yeah

Yeah, this sound like L's

Oh, give me your heart

I know, she missin' me

I know, that she miss kissin' me

I know, she miss that Tiffany

I know, that she ain't innocent

I know, that she be into shit

My bitch from the trenches, drive a Buick LaCrosse 2006

I'm so used to backup cameras, baby, I can't even park the whip

I might throw a counterpunch, but I found my homie counterfeit

I'm so nonchalant, I can't even tell when the bitch be talkin' shit

You can't act all kind with me, I've been through all kind of shit

Bitch look just like money inside my bed, I don't even know what dime this is

Woke up, lil' ass window inside my cell, I don't even know what time it is

I don't classify as street, but name some street shit, I ain't did

Was tryna get ready for kids, thank God I ain't do no bid

Met you you ain't have no money and my dumb ass ain't have no sense

I thought they wasn't crackin' me, but then my pockets took a hit

Oh my God, I like this bitch

Said I'm fuckin' her and I'm tellin' her she the one

Wasn't familiar with her game, but the game still got my heart

I admit I'm not the same, can't say I ain't play my part

Can't fake like I'm insane, but I know that one shit hard

I can take this music far, yeah

And she believe in me, she talk about leavin' me

I can't lie, you lost me, girl, that's where you lost me

Girl, that's where you lost me, girl, that's where you lost me

Girl, that's where you lost me

Keep me close, yeah

Ooh, give me your heart

I know she missin' me

I know that she miss kissin' me

I know she miss that Tiffany

I know that she ain't innocent, I know that she be in the shit

My bitch from the burbs, she drive a SUV, she got three kids

Brody say don't wife her, I'm like, nigga, please, I'm tryna live

I told her no strings attached and she start playin' violin

Oh my God, I hate this girl, she look at me like lie again

He might got some women on his roster, but not more than me

All my niggas call me four, but my parents enjoying cheese

Hoodie on me when I creep, cause bitches love recording me

Then they hold me hostage with the footage, tryna torture me

See, I'm fuckin' this bitch and tellin' her she the goat

Whole time, my eyes was closed

Thinkin' bout my ex, she know I miss her throat

I done messed up all my chances, she don't fuck with me no more

I won't ever say apologies, I just reverse psychology

Said I'm fuckin' her and I'm tellin' her she the one

Well, I'm familiar with her game

But the game still got my heart

I admit I'm not the same

Can't say I ain't play my part

Can't fake like I'm insane

But I know that my shit hard

I can take this music far

She believe in me

She talk about leavin' me

I can't lie, you lost me

Girl, that's where you lost me

Girl, that's where you lost me

Girl, that's where you lost me

Girl, that's where you lost me

Keep me close, yeah

Oh, oh, oh

Give me your heart