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Letter To You Lyrics


Jdot Breezy Letter To You

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(LC)

[Chorus]
This shit breakin' me apart, I question God, what they gon' do to me?
I gave her all my love but whole time that bitch was usin' me
Styrofoamed my heart 'cause I like what them drugs do to me
I knew you was a snake, so right now bitch it's either you or me
That feelin' it won't go, you tellin' lies with all that foolery
And bitch I keep my shit, 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 niggas mind they business
Won't post shit on the internet, you know the police busy
I gotta move my brothers out, it just ain't safe off in the city
Niggas killin' 'bout these bitches, niggas plottin' and they switchin'
Bitch what did you get from that? Just tell me what you feelin'
You post that shit, a rumor, I know you were risky
That's why I cut you off 'cause bitch you flaw, you full of envy
I'm rapidly takin' off and plus my new bitch, 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 shit, 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 shit 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 shit breakin' me apart, I question God, what they gon' do to me?
I gave her all my love but whole time that bitch was usin' me
Styrofoamed my heart 'cause I like what them drugs do to me
I knew you was a snake, so right now bitch it's either you or me
That feelin' it won't go, you tellin' lies with all that foolery
And bitch I keep my shit, 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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