Yung Bleu – Dead To Me (Lyrics & Video)

Lyrics “Dead To Me” by Yung Bleu

You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo
My money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo
I got my new b**ch jet-skiing, I done took the cake home
I don’t wanna take no photo, no I don’t wanna take no photo
I don’t wanna have no dates
‘Cause b**ch you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face
Yeah, ’cause b**ch you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face

I ain’t finna talk rude to you
I’m just finna talk rules to you
Listen b**ch, rule number one
I’m supposed to be the number one

F**kin’ off, I ain’t have a clue
I was boyfriend number two
Bringing me to rule number two
Never have me lookin’ like a fool
How the f**k you thinkin’ that was cool
All the fast cars and the jewels
N**ga even paid for your shoes

But I got a new b**ch, matter fact I got ’bout three new new b**ches
I done learned my lesson, treat these b**ches like ain’t nothin’
Most these hoes be out here f**kin’ different n**gas like it’s nothin’
Just to feel like they is something
You did me wrong, that explains why I’m heartless

You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo
My money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo
I got my new b**ch jet-skiing, I done took the cake home
I don’t wanna take no photo, no I don’t wanna take no photo
I don’t wanna have no dates
‘Cause b**ch you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face
Yeah, ’cause b**ch you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face

Why the f**k is you calling my phone
Why the f**k you won’t leave me alone
You made your choice, yeah
And now you got the voicemail
That p**sy moist, yeah, you reminiscing
I pulled up in that mean machine and I got all the b**ches

I gave you top of the line, I know you miss it baby
If you could turn back the time, I wouldn’t let you baby
Now you can’t buy what I buy, it’s too expensive baby
Now you can’t buy what I buy, it’s too expensive baby

I want to lick it and stick it
I can’t be f**kin’ with too many b**ches, I gotta be choosey and picky
I’m leaving your neck with a hickey
You might be the illest, the trillest that did it
You was surprised when I told you to visit
Ain’t know that I f**k with some diddy

Come take a ride through my city
You know that you good if you bang with us
We from the trenches, we get to the digits
You know that it’s dangerous
That n**ga you f**kin’, he lame as f**k
Ah-ay, this what I told her

You broke my heart, you broke my heart, you got me rockin’ solo
My money don’t fold, my money don’t fold, how you gon’ stack this mojo
I got my new b**ch jet-skiing, I done took the cake home
I don’t wanna take no photo, no I don’t wanna take no photo
I don’t wanna have no dates
‘Cause b**ch you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face
Yeah, ’cause b**ch you dead to me so get the f**k up out my face…

➤ Album: Bleu Vandross
Yung Bleu 2018

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