Letras
Yeah it's hurting bad (it's hurting so bad)
I need a couple stacks (I need that money, bitch)
Uh what? (I need to see that green)
DEELA!
DEELA's got a heart, and it's hurting bad
Need some head, a new bag and a couple stacks
Pile it up in the bag, need to see that green
Niggas talking so much shit, then go feature me
But I got a heart, and it's hurting bad
You bitches think I don't way I rap on tracks
It's just the personality that you see on screen
On my worst day, you bitches couldn't shit on me
Okay, it's my heart that I'm pouring
Respect the dead, you know it's D'usse that we pouring
Worst nigga that I met, lost him this year
I just wanted sex, he's so stupid I might shed a tear
But enough- about that bitch
I got a heart, but it ain't got milage
I got to start
Where? With who? They all trash
Even when I ask for nothing, why they always lack?
DEELA's got a heart, and it's hurting bad
Need some head, a new bag and a couple stacks
Pile it up in the bag, need to see that green
Niggas talking so much shit, then go feature me
But I got a heart, and it's hurting bad
You niggas think I don't way I diss on tracks
That's some real hatred that you seeing on your screen
On my worst day, you could never one up me
Never ever, never ever ever ever
Cause, you bitches, you bitches, you bitches couldn't shit on me
You bitches, you bitches couldn't shit on me
You just couldn't shit on me!
I got a heart, and its hurting bad
I need some motherfucking head in here!