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CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

[Verse 1]
I’m on the come up
Jump up, I pick my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a bunch of
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Every flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
That’s just how we was hung up
One love
MTV, this is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
From crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Yeah, God bless your heart

[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
My thesis read
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
Flipping half
I like my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
Not out of wedlock
Never had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the best friend had me calling collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Huh, but I ain’t tripping

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
God bless your heart

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Blackbear – Do Re Mi (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: blackbear & Gucci Mane]
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
It’s Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: blackbear]
Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it’s over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

[Pre-Chorus: blackbear]
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

[Chorus: blackbear]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Ha, it’s Guwop
Do re mi, baby, don’t play me
I’m a black beatle like Jimmy, Swae Lee
Screaming "Fuck 12" in my brand new V
Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece
When I’m balling, don’t stall it, put your all in
Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking
On the weekend, spending front end and the back end
Booty so big, got me thinking ’bout a lap dance
Dealing with these bitches like, "Damn, what happened?"
New thang, new frame, new eyelashes
Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion
That’s what you get for doing all that camping
Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping
This’ll make a old legend start back rapping
This’ll make an ex-con start back trapping
I’ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson
(It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: blackbear]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Verse 3: blackbear]
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

[Pre-Chorus: blackbear]
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

[Chorus: blackbear]
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

[Outro: blackbear]
(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost

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Do Re Mi Remix

Lyrics to ‘Do Re Mi Remix’ by blackbear:

–Intro: blackbear & Gucci Mane–
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
It’s Gucci
Do, re, mi, fa, so
Yeah, yeah, yeah

–Verse 1: blackbear–
Yeah, if I could go back to the day we met
I probably would just stay in bed
You run your mouth all over town
And this one goes out to the sound
Of breaking glass on my Range Rover
Pay me back or bitch, it’s over
All the presents I would send
Fuck my friends behind my shoulder
Next time I’ma stay asleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, oh

–Pre-Chorus: blackbear–
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

–Chorus: blackbear–
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

–Verse 2: Gucci Mane–
Ha, it’s Guwop
Do re mi, baby, don’t play me
I’m a black beatle like Jimmy, Swae Lee
Screaming “Fuck 12” in my brand new V
Just bought a time piece for my new dime piece
When I’m balling, don’t stall it, put your all in
Stop talking, gotta crawl in before you walking
On the weekend, spending front end and the back end
Booty so big, got me thinking ’bout a lap dance
[?] with these bitches like, “Damn, what happened?”
New thang, new frame, new eyelashes
Brand new swag, wearing brand new fashion
That’s what you get for doing all that camping
Blackbear with me and we in the state trapping
This’ll make a old legend start back rapping
This’ll make a [?] start back trapping
I’ma beat it up like my name Joe Jackson
(It’s Gucci)

–Chorus: blackbear–
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

–Verse 3: blackbear–
If I could go back to the day we met
I probably would’ve stayed in bed
You wake up everyday
And make me feel like I’m incompetent
Designer shoes and Xanax tabs
Compliments your make-up bag
You never had to buy yourself a drink
‘Cause everybody want to tap that ass sometime

–Pre-Chorus: blackbear–
And you got me thinking lately
Bitch, you crazy
And nothing’s ever good enough
I wrote a little song for ya
It go like

–Chorus: blackbear–
Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, girl
So fuckin’ done with all the games you play
I ain’t no Tic-tac-toe
Send the X and O’s on another note
I’m do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin’ done with you, baby
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

–Outro: blackbear–
(So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m)
Do, re, mi, fa, so
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So send the X and O’s on another note, I’m ghost