Don Kobee and YNB Brando - Letter To My Ex

Yo, I ain't gon' lie, bro
Yo, what's poppin', gang
Yo, this girl just did me dirty, bro
Facts

That shit crazy, but you know what the crazy part is
What's crazy about my boy
Now she tryna make it right
Nah, I ain't goin' for that, bro

That nigga's not jackin' that shit, fuck is you talkin' about that
Fuck that
Girl, you tryna make it right
You lost a real nigga off of one lil' fight

I caught you in the act, you was ridin' like a bike
Don't get no second chances, so I had to take flight
Now you tryna make it right, girl, you tryna make it right
You lost a real nigga off of one lil' fight

I caught you in the act, you was ridin' like a bike
Don't get no second chances, so I had to take flight
Now you tryna make it right
Now you tryna make it right

But I ain't tryna hear it
I caught you in the act, but you still couldn't admit it
You could've solved the problem, but you steady disappearin'
I call you beautiful, but it ain't all about appearance

Have you ever gave your love and got crushed in the mist
And now my heart infected, feelin' like I got a cyst
And all your friends knew, crazy that I call them sis
I ain't mad at the nigga, but you really got me pissed

I just wanna know, why you do me so ooo
Girl, just walk away from me girl
Through the storm, through the rain, through the night
I really had your back, was the left to my right

I really looked past all the shit I dislike
Used to hit home runs, but now I put you on strike
Girl, you tryna make it right
You lost a real nigga off of one lil' fight

I caught you in the act, you was ridin' like a bike
Don't get no second chances, so I had to take flight
Now you tryna make it right, girl, you tryna make it right
You lost a real nigga off of one lil' fight

I caught you in the act, you was ridin' like a bike
Don't get no second chances, so I had to take flight
Now you tryna make it right
After one lil' fight

Had you movin', got you thievin' like a thief in the night
Caught you cheatin' in my room, probably did it out of spite
Now you blowin' up my phone just to come and make it right
Fuck that

Blinded by the lust and the sex
Got me runnin' hella circles, which is what just make I vex
And I thought you was the one, baby, farther than the rest
from the time that we fucked, til you was lyin' on my chest

Oh, mia mi ni3
Ohema min pes3 wo b3 biba mi fia
You dey blow my mind any time of day
If I see you in the club, I no go look your way

Never look my face
I was killin' for your mata, ran your race
Now you got me sittin' in the club, got me starin' up a bar
Askin' God why he never liked me

Girl, you tryna make it right
You lost a real nigga off of one lil' fight
I caught you in the act, you was ridin' like a bike
Don't get no second chances, so I had to take flight

Now you tryna make it right, girl, you tryna make it right
Girl, you tryna make it right
You lost a real nigga off of one lil' fight
I caught you in the act, you was ridin' like a bike

Don't get no second chances, so I had to take flight
Now you tryna make it right
Its Don Kobee again oooooo
Damn, Brando

Written by:
Kwabena Amankwah Jr, Brandon Asare

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