a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

audio push - letter2u كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: oktane]
how do the good girls go bad?
do we blame the ex-n-gga or the dad?
or do we blame the next n-gga? like an -ss
saying everything you like for a night
then he hit it, out of sight
or do we blame the girl that don’t know how to listen?
the one that got hurt, lied, and says she forgives him
then he work his -ss off to see that she don’t trust him
and he becomes an ex because he sees that she don’t love him
ain’t no love without trust and we know that, that’s fact
n0body wants a hundred texts asking “where you at?”
you working and you cooking up ’cause that’s gon’ get us rich
hits a switch it turns a good women to a bitter b-tch
there were nights that i wanted to die and n0body called
i forgot that love hurts every time you fall
i wonder if you even think about this sh-t at all
f-ck a fourth bar it don’t even matter
you shattered my soul, i admit it it’s cold
even though we get older, feeling never gets old
i guess that’s just a letter to you i wrote it in bold
you’ll probably never hear this sh-t but i gotta let go
i hope you know i love you
no matter how far i am, i’m always thinkin’ of you
sh-t, how we get this far apart? i guess i’ll never know
’cause you got too much pride to let emotion ever show
one day you’ll let it go
’til then i don’t wanna be the one that watch you self-destruct
and i’d be lying if i say that i didn’t give a f-ck
so i just pray for you, yup, even when it hurts
still at 5:30 am before you go to work
that kinda love stupid, that kinda love
that take-care-of-you-after-rap kinda love
“my-girl-calling-bro-i’ll-hit-you-back” kinda love
not the bullsh-t the guys you’re thinking ’bout remind you of
remember that
i hope you’ll always remember that
you took this sh-t for granted you can’t get it back
i’ma pull up in that black and you can’t get it back
yeah, like that

[verse 2 : price]
thinking ’bout waking up to scrambled eggs and turkey bacon grease
kirk franklin on full-blast, my granny making me
clear the table, take the trash out, them was her basic needs
and basically, i was glad to fufill ’em
i guess it’s just a letter to you, i’m missing your soul
missing you wanting a sip of brew so i got sent to the store
family trips and barbecue chicken or we go fishing
but if the cash was up we on them late casino missions
i’m on the cr-ps, you was on the slots
i got hit for my cash, you give me another knot, real n-gga
your heart had nothing but love in it
i miss your birthday cards with them two doves in it
miss you telling me not to let my anger take me over
or to never quit rapping cause one day i’ll take it over
want you to know i finally got john on payroll
and lee lee had to move again but she okay though
and me and wifey straight, she whipping up alfredo
it his us all pretty hard but we taking the day slow
we gon’t be straight though
just writing this letter got all of my thoughts clouded
but these beats and this mic is my only outlet
school closed from the cabazon outlets, so nostalgic
you said i’m a king and don’t doubt it
i’ma make you the proudest

- audio push

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة