I love you Sadtrojan
You should be worried
I'm in her head, she in my bed, all my friends are dead
Leave that boy all red, leave that bitch on read I'm painting it red
Heard she got a man but wanna f*ck with me instead like
How that work?
I could put your shawty in a Worry Later shirt
If he tryna run up we leave that boy in the dirt
If you find out where she was last night, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt for real
I can make it I don't need a deal
I ain't never gotta flirt for real
She just want me 'cause my chain it's real
Play with fire you get burnt for real
I cannot pop no pill, Jesus take the wheel, Don't know how to feel, uh, woah damn Shawty do you really want me just for who I am
Or do you just wanna have some clout on Instagram
Overseas trip tryna land in Amsterdam
I can't be your man, she don't understand
Stand, do it 'cause I can
Bitch I'm riding slump drop top minivan
She wan' be with Trojan, she just wanna chance
I might up this drake, I give you one dance
Don't know why they doubt
Yeah go run your mouth
I be hella chillin
While you scream and shout
I get a check that I'm out
You don't get money you pout
I got a large amount, I got a large amount
One- one man army
Why your shawty hitting on me
One- one man army
Feel like Kai give me money
It's a- it's a hundred people blow my phone when I'm recording
How you-
How you spam my phone with no reply
I been avoiding
I'm like bitch who is your mans
Counting all this paper, hit my dance
Don't know who to trust, give no chance
I been in that mode, making bands, bands
I'm in her head, she in my bed, all my friends are dead
Leave that boy all red, leave that bitch on read I'm painting it red
Heard she got a man but wanna f*ck with me instead like
How that work?
I could put your shawty in a Worry Later shirt
If he tryna run up we leave that boy in the dirt
If you find out where she was last night, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
Sadtrojan - ITS GON HURT Lyrics
Sadtrojan - ITS GON HURT Lyrics
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I love you Sadtrojan
You should be worried
I'm in her head, she in my bed, all my friends are dead
Leave that boy all red, leave that bitch on read I'm painting it red
Heard she got a man but wanna f*ck with me instead like
How that work?
I could put your shawty in a Worry Later shirt
If he tryna run up we leave that boy in the dirt
If you find out where she was last night, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt for real
I can make it I don't need a deal
I ain't never gotta flirt for real
She just want me 'cause my chain it's real
Play with fire you get burnt for real
I cannot pop no pill, Jesus take the wheel, Don't know how to feel, uh, woah damn Shawty do you really want me just for who I am
Or do you just wanna have some clout on Instagram
Overseas trip tryna land in Amsterdam
I can't be your man, she don't understand
Stand, do it 'cause I can
Bitch I'm riding slump drop top minivan
She wan' be with Trojan, she just wanna chance
I might up this drake, I give you one dance
Don't know why they doubt
Yeah go run your mouth
I be hella chillin
While you scream and shout
I get a check that I'm out
You don't get money you pout
I got a large amount, I got a large amount
One- one man army
Why your shawty hitting on me
One- one man army
Feel like Kai give me money
It's a- it's a hundred people blow my phone when I'm recording
How you-
How you spam my phone with no reply
I been avoiding
I'm like bitch who is your mans
Counting all this paper, hit my dance
Don't know who to trust, give no chance
I been in that mode, making bands, bands
I'm in her head, she in my bed, all my friends are dead
Leave that boy all red, leave that bitch on read I'm painting it red
Heard she got a man but wanna f*ck with me instead like
How that work?
I could put your shawty in a Worry Later shirt
If he tryna run up we leave that boy in the dirt
If you find out where she was last night, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
You should be worried
I'm in her head, she in my bed, all my friends are dead
Leave that boy all red, leave that bitch on read I'm painting it red
Heard she got a man but wanna f*ck with me instead like
How that work?
I could put your shawty in a Worry Later shirt
If he tryna run up we leave that boy in the dirt
If you find out where she was last night, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt for real
I can make it I don't need a deal
I ain't never gotta flirt for real
She just want me 'cause my chain it's real
Play with fire you get burnt for real
I cannot pop no pill, Jesus take the wheel, Don't know how to feel, uh, woah damn Shawty do you really want me just for who I am
Or do you just wanna have some clout on Instagram
Overseas trip tryna land in Amsterdam
I can't be your man, she don't understand
Stand, do it 'cause I can
Bitch I'm riding slump drop top minivan
She wan' be with Trojan, she just wanna chance
I might up this drake, I give you one dance
Don't know why they doubt
Yeah go run your mouth
I be hella chillin
While you scream and shout
I get a check that I'm out
You don't get money you pout
I got a large amount, I got a large amount
One- one man army
Why your shawty hitting on me
One- one man army
Feel like Kai give me money
It's a- it's a hundred people blow my phone when I'm recording
How you-
How you spam my phone with no reply
I been avoiding
I'm like bitch who is your mans
Counting all this paper, hit my dance
Don't know who to trust, give no chance
I been in that mode, making bands, bands
I'm in her head, she in my bed, all my friends are dead
Leave that boy all red, leave that bitch on read I'm painting it red
Heard she got a man but wanna f*ck with me instead like
How that work?
I could put your shawty in a Worry Later shirt
If he tryna run up we leave that boy in the dirt
If you find out where she was last night, it's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
It's gon' hurt
Writer: sad trojan
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