Messy Marv - To Whom It May Concern lyrics

rate me

You know you wrong

Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home

You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back

And I mean that bitch

Anything I own I'm taking all that shit

Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will

(To whom it may concern)

Ho you outta pocket

My release date bitch, I'm running in ya pockets

Who you talking to

You don't make bitch, bitch I make you

Yeah I'm taking all that

Them Apple Bottom jeans bitch and that Baby Phat

You know I ain't broke

Without no money bitch you gon be a joke

Ho is you tripping

A nigga locked up and you disrespecting pimping

Hell nah it ain't good

Bitch I'm beating you ass when I get back to the hood

Ho stop lieing

I don't wana hear that bullshit bitch stop crying

I know you know better

Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter

You know you wrong

Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home

You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back

And I mean that bitch

Anything I bought I'm taking all that shit

Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will

(To whom it may concern)

Bitch you ain't right

I know ya trifling ass was at the club last night

Now how that look

Bitch when you ain't put no money on the kid books

I'll be out in a few days

And I'm snatching out them lil ass micro braids

You up and down (?)

How you my bitch in the next nigga caprice

Hell nah I ain't hating

This ain't nothing but a earned vacation

You know what it is

Call ya baby daddy bitch them ain't my kids

And park my 'Lac

Bitch don't ever do no shit like that

I know you know better

Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter

You know you wrong

Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home

You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back

And I mean that bitch

Anything I bought I'm taking all that shit

Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will

(To whom it may concern)

Don't ask me for nothing

When I get out I'm fucking ya lil thick ass buzzin

I'm Iceberg Slim

Don't tell that to me, bitch tell that to him

My money too long

And bitch tell metro you need a new phone

I bought you Dolce & Gabbana

Bitch you eating White Castle no mo Benny Honda

And you bet not key up the candy

I'm a beat the brakes off you bitch you understand me

And you bet not key up the candy

I'm a beat the brakes off you ho you understand me

And you bet not key up the candy

I'm a beat the brakes off you trick you understand

I kno you know better

Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter