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Mo3 & Kevin Gates – Broken Love Lyrics

Broken Love By Mo3 & Kevin Gates

Young Stone (Young Stone, Young Stone)
That money, baby (A Million Times)
Run into that money, baby, uh
Ayy (Let’s go)

Gotta cut the lights off when it’s time to slide (Slide, yeah, uh)
The murderers I hang around, they got me traumatized (Why?)
The life I live, I see a killing, I won’t say a thang (I won’t)
X out the witness on a mission, he won’t say my name (Gon’ blow)
Apartment building, daddy hustling, he was selling ‘caine (Snow)
The bitch I’m dealin’ with she hurt me, ever felt some pain?
That struggle made me harder, I’m out here getting fed up (Up)
Lookin’ out the window, tryna keep my head up
My partner don’t take care of his kids, I said you gotta man up
That made him mad but I’d be wrong if I never said none (For real)
Don’t got no love for those who left me, now we ain’t speaking
Your partner dead, you know who did it, so why he still breathing?
Your bitch got caught texting a nigga, she said that ain’t cheating
Nigga you crazy if you fall for that ’cause that hoe sneaky

I just wanna take the time out, to tell you I’m down
And I’m gon’ keep it real
And yeah, I know it hurt to find out, that they was lying ’bout
Feeling the way you feel
But you gotta suck it up (Up), toughen up (Toughen up)
Gon’ get that money baby, we gon’ run it up
My dawg crossed me, now he miss me, yeah, he knew what it was
I stayed solid from the jump, yeah, I’m so tired of broken love

Big Sam told me when they painted you a picture
Don’t let ’em paint you another (Why?)
Sayin’ I switched sides, but you fuck with who tried to get me hit (Bitch, yeah)
Fake friends smilin’ in my face, wanna send it at my top (Grrrah)
Package on my cap, will get whacked and recorrect my [?] (Let’s go)
They did not believe what I was meant to be when I was little (Up there)
They did not believe that I would one day get us out these streets (I did)
Grandmother tellin’ me, they played with me to put ’em out they misery (Come here)
My mama sold pussy, I’m just pretendin’ like I wasn’t lookin’ (I wasn’t lookin’)
Maybe that’s the only reason that I always fall in love with hookers (Yeah)
Standin’ in the kitchen, fuckin’ dope, I’m tryna learn to cook (A million times)
I know this bitch gon’ fuck one of my partners, I go back to jail (Right)
I don’t get a bond, just hold it down, I come home we gon’ share

I just wanna take the time out, to tell you I’m down
And I’m gon’ keep it real
And yeah, I know it hurt to find out, that they was lying ’bout
Feeling the way you feel
But you gotta suck it up (Up), toughen up (Toughen up)
Gon’ get that money baby, we gon’ run it up
My dawg crossed me, now he miss me, yeah, he knew what it was
I stayed solid from the jump, yeah, I’m so tired of broken love

Mo3