Song parody of
Heart Ache (feat. Tee & HiddenTrap)
by Taruguete
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Heart Ache (feat. Tee & HiddenTrap) song by Taruguete.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
Oh yeah[00:08.76]Uh, word to my-[00:10.20]Yeah, word to my deads[00:11.19]Oh yeah[00:11.88]Uh, high off the za (what)[00:12.58]Pass me the .30 imma go fah[00:13.88]Oh yeah, uh[00:14.44]Baddie giving me mop[00:15.48]Oh yeah[00:15.88]Worldwide nigga we at the top[00:17.08]I'm wit the better things (uh, what)[00:18.30]I'm trynna better me[00:19.45]Locked up, stuck wit a felony[00:20.63]Yeah she singin I'm lovin' the melody[00:23.68]Fuck it, I'm at peace (I'm at peace)[00:25.58]Want smoke wit the opps, but them niggas be duckin' the g's (g19's)[00:28.08]Wanna be rich, but these niggas wanna be like Tee (be like Tee)[00:30.84]Wanna reach the skies, but niggas wanna be on meat (be on meat)[00:33.93]Uh, stackin' it up (what)[00:34.98]Just wanna fuck imma keep it a buck[00:36.46]Oh yeah, move tact yeah keepin' it tucked[00:37.89]Uh, ran into me then you ran out of luck[00:42.00]Oh yeah, keep it buck[00:43.53]Run into me, then you ran out of luck[00:45.08]Word to my deads[00:47.92]You pussy nigga don't front[00:49.20]Talk on my name you get shot in the gut[00:50.79]Can't lack, I keep it tucked[00:51.98]She want the wood I ain't talkin' no chuck[00:53.72]Niggas know that HT tuff[00:54.88]Some of these niggas they hate me for what[00:56.56]Niggas mad I'm running it up[00:57.96]They seeing my numbers go up[00:59.25]They see me taking dubs no L's[01:00.73]Talk on the gang, might send you hell[01:02.09]She blowin' my line, ringing my cell[01:03.53]You talk out of line, you catching these shells[01:04.90]That boy a snitch, I know he gon' tell[01:06.34]Ran up on me, got him screaming for help[01:07.86]Damn, rest in peace, we wishing him well[01:10.68]Damn, I keep the mac, fuck is a dell[01:13.40]Damn, all in her head, somethin' like gel[01:15.97]Damn, designer on me, it came in the mail[01:19.00]Damn, Versace on me, I know you could tell[01:21.79]Damn,they plotting on me, oh well[01:24.73]Damn, they ain't shit, they nothing for real
Oh yeah[00:08.76]Uh, word to my-[00:10.20]Yeah, word to my deads[00:11.19]Oh yeah[00:11.88]Uh, high off the za (what)[00:12.58]Pass me the .30 imma go fah[00:13.88]Oh yeah, uh[00:14.44]Baddie giving me mop[00:15.48]Oh yeah[00:15.88]Worldwide nigga we at the top[00:17.08]I'm wit the better things (uh, what)[00:18.30]I'm trynna better me[00:19.45]Locked up, stuck wit a felony[00:20.63]Yeah she singin I'm lovin' the melody[00:23.68]Fuck it, I'm at peace (I'm at peace)[00:25.58]Want smoke wit the opps, but them niggas be duckin' the g's (g19's)[00:28.08]Wanna be rich, but these niggas wanna be like Tee (be like Tee)[00:30.84]Wanna reach the skies, but niggas wanna be on meat (be on meat)[00:33.93]Uh, stackin' it up (what)[00:34.98]Just wanna fuck imma keep it a buck[00:36.46]Oh yeah, move tact yeah keepin' it tucked[00:37.89]Uh, ran into me then you ran out of luck[00:42.00]Oh yeah, keep it buck[00:43.53]Run into me, then you ran out of luck[00:45.08]Word to my deads[00:47.92]You pussy nigga don't front[00:49.20]Talk on my name you get shot in the gut[00:50.79]Can't lack, I keep it tucked[00:51.98]She want the wood I ain't talkin' no chuck[00:53.72]Niggas know that HT tuff[00:54.88]Some of these niggas they hate me for what[00:56.56]Niggas mad I'm running it up[00:57.96]They seeing my numbers go up[00:59.25]They see me taking dubs no L's[01:00.73]Talk on the gang, might send you hell[01:02.09]She blowin' my line, ringing my cell[01:03.53]You talk out of line, you catching these shells[01:04.90]That boy a snitch, I know he gon' tell[01:06.34]Ran up on me, got him screaming for help[01:07.86]Damn, rest in peace, we wishing him well[01:10.68]Damn, I keep the mac, fuck is a dell[01:13.40]Damn, all in her head, somethin' like gel[01:15.97]Damn, designer on me, it came in the mail[01:19.00]Damn, Versace on me, I know you could tell[01:21.79]Damn,they plotting on me, oh well[01:24.73]Damn, they ain't shit, they nothing for real
