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no love letter - rjae lyrics

[interlude]
yeah, as i cruise through these city lights on this cloudy new orleans night and i think “is there more to life?”
when i ain’t been feelin’ too blessed and my mind is covered in stress ’cause i barely get any rest since my shawty just up and left
and it left a hole in my chest, a pot hole if you will
the type that make you grab control of the wheel
see, i’ve been tryna deal
that’s why tonight instead of druggin’ on pills, i hit the club, might drop a dub and fall in love for a feel, for real

[bridge]
wazzam, b*tch
ayy, where the f*ck you at, n*gga? (ha, what’s good, man, i’m in the city)
pull the f*ck up, n*gga, it got so much ass in this b*tch (oh yeah?)
i’m ’bout to drown n*ggas (oh yeah?)
i can’t even f*ckin’ hear you no more, b*tch (ayy, can you—, i)
if you ain’t here in ten minutes, i’ma f*ck all these b*tches

[verse]
these days i’m put, don’t like to move around
not only in my torn where i was born, they like to shoot you down for
what, where and why? i don’t know but they don’t care who around
i’m clutchin’, buggin’, i’m ’bout to pull up, just gotta loop around
i cut a left on roman, pull up in front, turn the music down
i ask bro where to park, he tell me, “you go right there, right there on the neutral ground”
time pass, i’m tryna see ass ’cause this n*gga gassed me
i left the heat on the backseat
as soon as the bouncer ask me, “you can’t come in, you got id?” they must not told you who i be
i looked at bro, he looked at me, got all these b*tches showin’ t**th
the owner walked out of the club, it was love, they let me proceed ’cause i got bread and they got pigeons in that b*tch i’m tryna feed
look, walk in, all eyes on me, feel like i’m machiavelli
mackin’ everything in my f*ckin’ sight, it was necessary
before i knew it, got into it with some black extensions
she got bad intentions, but shawty one of the baddest b*tches
big ass, big breast, see through fishnets
i’m tryna have rich s*x, can you be my b*tch? (yes)
pull me to the side, the way she ride, she gon’ take all my bands
i told myself that i would never ever fall in love again
but look at me, i’m tryna slam this shawty like i’m booker t
rookie me, ’bout to love this ho knowin’ she for the streets
i asked her what’s her name, she said jhené
i said, “okay”, she said, “and you?” i said, “rjae,” she said, “i never seen your face”
i said, “for real?,” she said, “that’s true”
i said, “i just be out the way, don’t like the club much anyway”
she said, “for real? i can relate
i’m only here on sat*rday, this sh*t help the bills get paid
i know this a crazy question, but how do you feel today?”
i told her, “i’m feelin’ you” and she pickin’ it up
i told her give me her number, i’m hittin’ her up
as soon as i leave the club, i’m doin’ it just because
i think i done fell in love with her
yeah, this a new orleans love letter
type a chicks is bound to do you anything long as you let them
you’d think after some time, after them lies i would know better but i still ain’t learn my lesson in this city that’s so crescent, yeah
[outro]
h*llo, you’ve reached jhené
sorry i missed your call
just leave a brief message or you could shoot me a text and you know i’ma get back
phew, f*ck

- rjae lyrics

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