Daddy2live - Love Letters (feat. DavDee)

Don't forget to write me love letters
I'm out my mind
I cannot see
I'm off the drugs baby
One Percocet is all I need
I'll fall in love baby
I swear I seen you in my dreams
I'm tryna fuck baby
I'm tryna show you how it be
But you a Dub Baby
Ademar, Givenchy, Gucci
On my gun baby
She want some
One on one
Now she don't get none baby
Break it down roll it up
This shit for ya lungs baby
And she down
She the one
She gonnn run it up baby
Run in the crib
And I fuck on that bitch
And up it and fuck her friend yuhhh
She understand when I'm beatin the back
Cause I envy no gentleman taaa
I'm Peter Pan
When i'm off of the loud
I get high ain't gonn never land yea
They off a xan way
Way i'm moving so fast
I be ballin
It don't make a cent ya
Handle this hand
When you countin the bands
I'mma flip it and do it again
Why they be callin me all on my phone?
Don't be askin me questions
I'm pleading the 5th yea
Niggas be talkin
Be hating on me
I be thumbin
Just hop off the dick
Why you callin my phone
I ain't pickin up
You ain't talkin bout bands
I ain't pickin up
Tryin to hit a lil lick
On the kid
Lil pussy ass jit
Boy ya guns ain't big enough
Where you from?
I ain't seen you round here?
Tryna play in the water
You get drowned here
Never far from the back
But I'm all for the gats
Want beef?
Got smoke?
Bring it down here
Don't forget to write me love letters
I'm out my mind
I cannot see
I'm off the drugs baby
One Percocet is all I need
I'll fall in love baby
I swear I seen you in my dreams
I'm tryna fuck baby
I'm tryna show you how it be
But you a Dub Baby
Ademar, Givenchy, Gucci
On my gun baby
She wanna be on a bean on the weekend
I wanna hit up her friend for a three some
Guess we got different agendas
I wanna take her to tables and BEND HER
Lately I been on a BENDER
All of my niggas got metal like BENDER
All of my dogs they got metal like Gotter
I just hit me a new bitch and forgot her
Say you got love for me?
Show me that you love me
When you fuck on me
Yea
Look at me
Fuck on me
All my ex's are triple X
All of my bitches are privileged
Call up lil Gypsy two end a hex
All of my witches are sending hits
Niggas claim they wann fight me
Know they sweeter than a Hi-C
Mad bitches wanna wife me
Told em all unlikely
If the feds indite me
Tell me baby would you write me?
Like a note sang by Mariah Carey
Would you show me love on high key?
I hope you don't try me
Drunk sext they excite me
Took ya time sendin love letters
And I know ya time is so pricey
Know ya time so pricey
Know ya time so priceless
Know ya like me high key
You could be my wife next
I'm in love with her
When I'm off the drugs she know I fuck better
When she off the drugs she know I fuck with her
Sendin me them drunk texts sound like love letters
Love letters
Yea

Written by:
Christopher Payne, Davin Diaz

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