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jdot breezy - letter to you lyrics
letter to you lyrics
[intro]
(pipe that sh_t up, tnt)
(lc)
[chorus]
this sh_t breakin’ me apart, i question god, what they gon’ do to me?
i gave her all my love but whole time that b_tch was usin’ me
styrofoamed my heart ’cause i like what them drugs do to me
i knew you was a snake, so right now b_tch it’s either you or me
that feelin’ it won’t go, you tellin’ lies with all that foolery
and b_tch i keep my sh_t, them boys gon’ die they talk’ bout shootin’ me
ar it’s on me, god i love my .223s
i pour up off them meds and we be lurkin’ where yo’ shooters be
[verse]
they wonder what i’m doin’, tell them n_ggas mind they business
won’t post sh_t on the internet, you know the police busy
i gotta move my brothers out, it just ain’t safe off in the city
n_ggas k!llin’ ’bout these b_tches, n_ggas plottin’ and they switchin’
b_tch what did you get from that? just tell me what you feelin’
you [?], i know you were risky
that’s why i cut you off ’cause b_tch you flaw, you full of envy
i’m rapidly takin’ off and plus my new b_tch, she the realest
i’ve been try to fight this pain and shake the way that i’ve been feelin’
i know it’s gon’ be some ls but f_ck that sh_t, man i’m just chillin’
i won’t never lose my cool and let you trick me out my pivet
pray it up and and plus them straps, you start some sh_t and i’ma end it
he jumpin’ i’m a clap his ass, he die for actin’ with it
we ain’t never duck no smoke, bro upped the sco’ ’cause he was dissin’
spin yo’ block and it’s like 3 o’clock, them choppas get to hittin’
out the car, you know i’m runnin’ down, that draco get to spittin’
[chorus]
this sh_t breakin’ me apart, i question god, what they gon’ do to me?
i gave her all my love but whole time that b_tch was usin’ me
styrofoamed my heart ’cause i like what them drugs do to me
i knew you was a snake, so right now b_tch it’s either you or me
that feelin’ it won’t go, you tellin’ lies with all that foolery
and b_tch i keep my sh_t, them boys gon’ die they talk’ bout shootin’ me
ar it’s on me, god i love my .223s
i pour up off them meds and we be lurkin’ where yo’ shooters be
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