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letra de letter to her... - jay fendi

i ain’t lookin for no love so don’t hit me up
i seen ya comment said you miss me i don’t give a f-ck
they can hate ion care cause i’m going up
wit my day one n-gg-s and we blowing up

i’m in the stu
grab the charcoal light the hooks
spitting all up in the booth
you know what i do
f-ck all dat talkin’ just show me and prove
i really ain’t even f-ckin’ witchu
you talked on my name put my trust into you
i coulda been flexing and stuntin’ witchu
i wasted my time don’t want nothing witchu
i’m back on my grind don’t be frontin’ it’s true
i’m riding alone cause these b-tches ain’t new
down in my zone and i’m speaking the truth
you hating on me cause i’m making more moves
debating on me you can’t do what i do
don’t talk through the phone i speak up in the booth
if they want the smoke i’m running wit 2
if they tryna jump me i’m out wit the crew

look

you made me look stupid
you made me look bad
i never thought that you would do me like that
you always would argue wit me bout the past
you said that it’s over i ain’t going back
lately been sober i’m lighting this pack
you taking this l while you watching me dance
i’m making these moves i’m blowing up fast
i’m really gon do it they watching me dab
i’m bouta go do it i’m hitting the dash
these n-gg-s gon lose it when i pull out cash
these n-gg-s gon suck me when i’m holding racks
ain’t chasin love i’m this bag

listen

i ain’t even gonna front cause it’s true
i did some dirt and i blamed it on you
i was a lil hurt that ain’t nothing new
you told me you love me you texting my dudes
i’m blowing up quick and you know that it’s true
i’m out wit my n-gg-s you know what we do
seeing ya name i’m really just thru
she callin my phone while i’m up in the stu
she said daddy don’t you get in the booth
i’m bouta go off on the sh-t dat i do
i’m just chillin wit my n-gg-s and crew

listen

she callin
she callin
she callin my phone

she wallin
she wallin
won’t leave me alone

shorty keep callin my phone
i told her leave a message to the tone
f-ck all these b-tches they come and they go
they tell you they love you but really they don’t
she told me she love me i knew it was a joke
she screaming daddy when i give my strokes
she said i ain’t sh-t but she giving me throat
she know dat it’s true i made her -ss choke

but f-ck dat
imma get a big bag
trust dat
i ain’t even make you look bad
rush dat
you was lucky i ain’t that mad
crush dat
i ain’t even tryna look back
f-ck the hate
all these n-gg-s really big mad
can’t relate
all my n-gg-s making big bands
my name
everybody finna miss dat
same page
you just lookin like a miss match
hold up
i ain’t even f-cking done yet
roll up
i been smoking all these blunts yea
i’m up
but there really ain’t no love yet
momma
i’m blowing up don’t give up yet
commas
imma show you what i love yea
dollars
i be using dat for stuntin’
scholars
n-gg-s study me for nothin’
ballers
my n-gg-s never frontin’

hold up hold up

i ain’t ever thought a shorty could play me
argued over nothing that’s the daily
she been quiet she been acting real shady
i’m moving silent and these n-gg-s lowkey hating
i’m riding solo done wasting my time now
i’m by my dolo don’t f-ck wit dat lie love
making moves i don’t care if you nah
i’m runnin thru told them imma shine now
my n-gg-s told me don’t worry you makin it
i know you mad i left and i’m flexing it
you was crazy you ain’t read all the messages
i was lazy let you speak of ya neck and sh-t

- jay fendi

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