Bitter Songtext
von LPB Poody

A′ight, I just can't load it
It′s just one of them vibes I'm in right now
I kept it real with you
I'm in Miami right now, I′m in Miami
I′m sick as a -, but that don't mean nothing I can still pour my heart out
Keep it real
I′ma just talk my sh- on it

I say, do you need my pair of eyes to see what I see?
Them n- left my - behind, they rather move without me
Your plate was full, but you took some behind my back when I eat
Behind your actions that mean to stay on the drop when I sneak
You live with it, you die by the gun, so I keep it in reach
Ain't no n- takin′ mine, so if you reach, you get teach
Been broken-hearted for weeks, you can hear it when I speak
I'd rather not get in my feelings, but I′m feeling this beat


And I been looking for love, like, "Where you at? Can we meet?"
Only the strong survive 'cause they say love for the weak
And I could never keep a girl, I don't know if it′s them, or it′s me
I'm tired of doing the same thing, it′s like my life on repeat
But it's okay I got Anyla and I know she got me
I just like seeing you smile and your pretty little feet
I ain′t kissed you in forever, you been missing for weeks
They say karma is a - and you gonna sow what you reap

I wish I could tell you about your daddy, but you won't understand
He your granddaddy son, that mean pop raised a man
I know I can′t do it all but I'ma do what I can
And even though we separated, it wasn't a part of the plan
Won′t even ask for another, DJ Khaled, you the best
I′m freestyling, no pen and pad to get this sh- off my chest
Letting this storm fly pass, I know this sh- just a test
I'm dropping tears in the booth, I know this carpet getting wet

I just want some respect, I feel like I ain′t blessed
Calculating every step, ain't playing checkers but chess
Better take cover, I′m about to blow, and they know that I'm next
I ain′t showin' no more love, so I'm giving them less


Catching cases on the regular basis, two twin glock
I started from marijuana, I graduated to rocks
Convertible top hit the parking lot and turn heads
Every nigga play, put about 20 grand on his head
I′m a pussy maker popper that chopper go "Daca daca"
She gon′ pop it on this d- with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work
Lost too many real n- and it hurt

N- never seen a hurst - ′til I saw my dawg
Back against the wall, I know they want to see me fall
Jail call from my n-, know he need it
Shots fired, can't believe I′m still breathing
That's for n- in the grave, and I′m grieving and every season I'm playing
Defense tryna catch your opps slippin'
Boy, you know your clock tickin′, I am not
Skipping on the pot whipping yola whipping soda ′til it's over

(I′m a pussy maker popper that chopper go "Daca daca"
She gonna pop it on this d- with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work)

(I′m a pussy maker popper that chopper go "Daca daca"
She gonna pop it on this d- with no hands like Waka Flocka
Call the coppers, I ain't scared to put in work)