Lyrics:
of the beat
Now Ecstasy is to the left of me
And Whodini's rockin' on like
This can't you see the next time you open up
Your fan club letter
It just might say
setting, like Bryce bitch you petty
I'll find another yee in the club that you envy
Here’s a letter too my next ex
(Send a letter to my ex)
You the best
what I'm doing
Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined
I tried to change but I'm always out, fucking around in the club
Pieces of my love
what I'm doing
Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined
I tried to change but I'm always out, fucking around in the club
Pieces of my love
now, now, yeah
Streets on lock, club on fire
Mike D-B-I-C, more fire, more fire
Stadiums, arena, the boat dance
Stella on the gallon, the gangsta letter
the desert?
Here in God's club-house, Here in God's club-house
Here in God's club-house choose religion by the letter,
Choose religion by the letter, choose
Let me tell you something you didn't know
cbout a man I met, yeah, a guy named Lord
He would find the hottest girl in the club
cnd craft a letter
A letter 2 my ex, a letter 2 my ex, don't
Call me don't text I dun moved on to the next
A letter 2 my ex, a letter 2 my ex, don't
Call me don't
who remember
Memory comes from words, words come from letters
This is mic club's primary premise
We tell history we don't let history tell us
mic club
like One Acen
In Manchester making some arrangements
'Bout to leave the club, said she gotta pee-pee
Letters on the board, I ain't talking ouji
Treat
Both joined the Juliet Club
By writing a letter
Not poets just humans
Both trying to make their stories punk
they had all this in common
Both ask
from south
Like birds fly to winter correct
A bitch better
Come when they coming at me
Cause I got in
Like the fourteenth Letter
In the club talking big
Should've been left nigga that's what I was told
Now I'm getting this paper I never felt better
I'm sorry but naw this ain't no love letter
In the club make
your city trynna hop in
Clubs playing Aytee cuz my tunes they be knockin
Enter in your city I got fangirls
They be singing all my songs every letter
Hoes
where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been
artists
Fuck you for pretending I don' exist
I'm not good enough for your playlist
Won't even respond to my letters
Fuck the private clubs that I don't know
And when you left I swear I died
The summer of '19
Saving wrists, stealing kisses in the back of the club
If I could send a letter to my future self I'd
up in that new new
Boutta paint the sky blue
I'm feeling alone
When it's coming to this love shit
Fighting right or wrong
Got me feigning
For the clubs
on fake love and gave my hopes up
Trust issues had me wearing inside out pro clubs
Pouring my sorrow through a letter got me seeing things
Fakes smiles is
all you other broads better run along
And if you think you hittin’
Then you dead wrong then you dead wrong
I like the letter S with
The line down
(Big Oz on the keyboard and shit)
Letter to my lover
Letter to my lover
Letter to my lover
Letter to my
Letter to my lover
Letter to my
Letter
(CMG)
Them three letters
Kayla worth like 20 mil'
Maria worth a dubb
So you don't need no OnlyFans, and you don't have to work in clubs (ever)
Your
(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!)
I got a letter for you
Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga 8/11
Dear I respect you like a little brother
the club wearing superstar clothes
Feelin? like money 'cause I collect dough
Moe, miney, meenie, inny
Who's got Patron and Henny?
I been sippin? on Cavalli
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