Il testo della Heart attack

Jim Jones

I treat her body like the fast life
And i'ma need my heart back
I told her play rihanna, let me beat it up
And you can have her if your cash right

She party all over in and out of town
I-i-i think i seen her last night
In my ferrari strolling with the windows down

Treat her body like the fast life
Un-un-until she told me slow it down
Well, i'm just tryin' to speed it up
I told her play rihanna, let me beat it up

And i'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack
And i'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack
And i'ma need my heart back, it's feeling like a heart attack
And i'ma need my heart back, it's feeling like a heart attack
And all of that

Now, now, now tell me have you seen her, my little ballerina
A freak just like athena with a body like katrina
She a fucking head turner, a thorough bread earner
I-i-i told her let me hit it like ike and tina turner

And she only rock pumps and i ain't talking shotties
Blood up on her shoes like she caught a fucking body
She a bad bitch, couple thousand a bag bitch
Love them fast whips, told her name it, i crashed it

I think i seen her on my last flight
Going to another party out of town
I met her in my past life
Jodeci i'm feeling when she not around

I hit her body like a crack pipe
I think my high is coming down
But i'm just tryin' to speed it up
I told her play rihanna, let me beat it up

I seent her on 34th
I was riding by in a porche
Would've gave her a compliment
But i'm tied up on the phone, shorty arguing

Okay, okay, i cheat, i cheat but she good
She ain't ever, ever gotta walk a block in the hood
She just throw it in the bag with her little pretty ass
Red wine in a glass, end the night of with a gasp