Heart Felt Lyrics – xaviersobased

Read the full Heart Felt lyrics by xaviersobased from the album Xavier along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Xaviersobased’s music, you can also explore Big Ben and Skrap, two other songs by Xaviersobased.

[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
That’s how my heart felt
I had to keep it heartfelt, that’s how my heart felt
She ain’t give it fu*k about it, made my heart melt
Remember when she fell in love, she had the hard smelt
Yeah, Chrome Heart pants, Chrome Heart belt
Art show traphouse, making art sales
My n!gga Ls in the hood selling—
My n!gga— my n!gga Ls in the hood selling pitbulls tryna catch a sale
Latex cover up her nipples ’til she on her belly
Upping prices on thеse n!ggas, fu*k Martin Shkreli
Conversations with hеr friends, I think my shorty jelly

Hit that jump shot, then I hit my celly
Shawty said she wanna fu*k, so I booked the telly
Shawty pulled up on me, she know I been ready
Call me Ready Freddy
Yeah, I might eat the booty ’cause that s*it be jelly
Yeah, this the next day, we gon’ go to (??)
Spending all this money on her, yeah, she think it’s ours
Damn, this time flying, I done checked the hours
Hell yeah, 1c growing bigger, filling up the conference

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You tryna get a lil’ split of the chicken? Meet me at the office
He seen lil’ bro face on the lick, bro, we had to off him
I got Von with me, you know he happily tossed him
My Mexican got a nine of Act’, I’m finna grab it off him
This a Chrome Heart ten milli’ straight from Matty Boy
I got a quarter million-dollar cup, you a jelly boy
My daddy smacks up my oil too, I’m my daddy boy
In traffic, four Maybach trucks, how many Caddies for it?
And they all V’s
This young n!gga just called me “Ganger,” finna call Veeze
Who the fu*k is he?
I’m smoking blacks, popping pills, drinking drank, I don’t fu*k with weed
Every b!tch I done hit raw
Every b!tch I hit raw since I came home done stuck with me

I got ’em all pregnant
Ayy, shot the dreads out his head with the .9, bullet was bald headed
All twenty-dollar bills, this a tall seven, man

[Verse 3: xaviersobased]
My mans on the lookout, we got ’em shook out
B!tch, I bought a book out
They didn’t use to look, but they gotta look now
Can’t come get food, we got this b!tch booked out
You would’ve thought it was a cookout
.38 special on me, n!ggas need to cook now
They was always wary of me, n!gga, ’cause I stood out
(I said that, I said that where he said—)
Better watch out how I say it, don’t wanna go to Hell
Bro locked up, wan’ break him out of jail
FaceTime shorty while they do my nails
Furry baby on me, make her wag her tail
Posted in that Benz, I do that dash for real
Yeah, for real