Letter from Atlanta

Came from the bottom
I'm tryna bring up my potnas
What's the problem with tryna
Put all my shooters in Balenciagas

If tables turned
I know you'd stab me in my back
And I can tell if you don't fuck with me
I'm reeling back
You come around or call my phone
I get that feeling back
That's probably why you make me feel attached
Baby I could get yo nails done
I could keep yo hair did
I'll do whatever to make them other bitches jealous
Please dont get selfish
I'm moving cities hope I do for us better
Move from the city where
I'm use to the slander
I'm going houstonatlanta

I fly you out come do my hair
I just wish you was with me
Yo homegirls tell me to get over
But don't know my feelings
Ask if she smoke she say she drink
But I only do henny
She gave me some shots
I think I took too many
I can't even stand straight
Aint been droppin fans hitting my line
Like what's the damn wait
Tell em I been busy
Smoking weed and getting damn cake
Flexin hard I put it in they damn face
A Trina body she look exotic
With a Michelle face
Shape like she Snookie
Fuck her good then she claim I play hookie
We too locked in
She sleeping over and wearing my hoodie
She try to hide that she don't want me
But I aint no rookie
I eat yo cookie
While two fingers inside of your pussy
And ion mean it in no disrespect
I wrote like 20 bars about you
That should show you where my feelings at
And I can't hide the fact i'm still attached
Aint tryna get that feeling back
Don't talk to me ion wanna hear a word

If tables turned
I know you'd stab me in my back
And I can tell if you don't fuck with me
I'm reeling back
You come around or call my phone
I get that feeling back
That's probably why you make me feel attached
Baby I could get yo nails done
I could keep yo hair did
I'll do whatever to make them other bitches jealous
Please dont get selfish
I'm moving cities hope I do for us better
Move from the city where
I'm use to the slander
I'm going houstonatlanta



Credits
Writer(s): Kaleon Watch
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