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moved on / letter to my bm - fifth ave jay lyrics

[intro]
gr
letter to my bm, you cheated on me, right?
tell me if i’m wrong, though

[verse]
look, i told my ex, b*tches, y’all some past b*tches
i don’t need y’all b*tchin’, ain’t no caption, ain’t no love
sh*t that i be savin’, that n*gga too true to savin’
like, b*tch, how you gon’ cheat on me, b*tch, in the passin’?
like this sh*t got a love, up on the book and you sayin’ some captions
lil’ b*tch with dub, i don’t need you, yeah, you seein’ what happened
how you say that you dumb and recycle?
well, b*tch, i’ma show you the actin’
like what?
like packin’, b*tch, i’ma show you this sh*t outta love
and on top of this sh*t, if it ain’t about my kids, lil’ b*tch, it don’t love
and the time when they pull me the mic, one hand when i k!ll my glove
young n*ggas steppin’ this sh*t, i know they love me, what’s up?
love that my bm, i tell that karen gill, you a trisha
if it ain’t, ain’t about my daughter, ain’t about, ain’t about no brisha
i’m on my road to the roaches, let’s go, young n*ggas feelin’ the leap, yeah
let me step outside, n*ggas, they know i’ll be
i’m the big, too sad, b*tch, you don’t even know what i be if i’m wrong, mc, yeah
young n*ggas fly with the wraith, skrrt
n*ggas ain’t know how i be
i got a kitty, i’m like a humble n*gga out to style
b*tches, they askin’, jay, what you doin’?
i tell my ex, b*tch, you a thot
look, she want an ogre like martin and pam
but a b*tch when he martin and gina
you too tight, so, b*tch, i don’t need her
got a b*tch, i’ma knock on my nina
tell her, next n*gga, i’ma beat him
he touch my daughter, i’ma beat him i’ma make sure he bleedin’
ain’t no time for this sh*t, i ain’t leavin’
heard a b*tch wanna creep in the soul i know my n*ggas, they know how i go
from a youngin’ to a six, i’ma goat
she’s a jit, lil’ b*tch, i know i’m a baby lion, yeah, you know i roll with the jungle, you know
like empire, like i’m lucius, you a cookie, baby, yeah, yeah, you know
like, how you tell me, lil’ b*tch, you gon’ rob?
tell my ex, b*tch, that i ain’t slob
one cheated, lil’ b*tch, you a rob
with a youngin’, n*gga, b*tch, you dumb
tell diddy i don’t want it, you’re dumb
like, i got a lil’ daughter right now
so, b*tches, you dumb, b*tches, you dumb
i tell karen, yeah, you the past, b*tch i don’t need you, b*tch, i get the act in
that money be comin’, b*tch, you really chattin’ (shhh)
i ain’t talkin’ i ain’t cappin’
look at my love, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t paddin’
like, check out my love
i’m about to take a trip to miami i’ma show you what’s up, look
tell me if i’m… graa, graa, graa
what you wanna do, i ain’t passin’
my n*ggas come and be splashin’
get to the money, lil’ b*tch, i ain’t actin’
if you say that you love me, you capin’
lil’ b*tch, will you f*ck with me pregnant?
is you dumb or the dummy?
lil’ b*tch, i’ma show you stupid
got no time for this b*tch, i be lovin’
now my ring got me really stupid
i just bust out in a cuban
i just bust out in a cuban
yo, lou, b*tches be dumb and they get in confusion
how they livin’ this sh*t ain’t no disne
like b*tches, you live in an illusion
ain’t no time for this sh*t
put my kids in my ride for this sh*t
tell your n*gga if he touch my kids i’ma swallow my stick, gra, boom
let him, i’ll be him
lil’ b*tches, i’m wrong if she wanna come, lil’ b*tch, then soon i’ll put on my song
that n*gga comin’, i’m makin’ it wrong oj trippin’ to right i know them b*tches ain’t livin’ my life
like jl in my life, yeah, b*tch
[outro]
like, gra, boom
uh huh
no, n*gga
like momma used to tell me to take it on music
like stoppin’ this sh*t, check out the bag lil’ b*tch
now they wanna suck on this d*ck, i tell a b*tch named t
she better suck this d*ck, i got no time for this sh*t
my money on the money, they say they love me and sh*t
what’s up with this sh*t, big lil’ bag, can’t even suck my d*ck
(f*ck they talkin’ about, bruh?)

- fifth ave jay lyrics

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