Lyrics F.B.G.M - M!kael

This a letter to a bitch
You know I am tryna fuck
I can't say about who you is
If I do, I'ma get stuck

When we fuck
I'ma ghost you and you know I'm finna duck
This a letter to you
So I suggest that you to listen up

You know we both have no feelings
So this won't waste any time
We can both still be friends
But sometimes I'ma break your spine

But the truth
Fucking you is gonna feel like it's a crime
But nobody gonna know
If they ask, I'ma just lie

You say
Fuck bitches get money
I say
Fuck bitches get money

Difference is
I'm still fucking
You just looking like a dummy

With no bread
Talking 'bout the money, niggas super funny
In real life
When you see a bitch
You know you started running

Let me pull up to your crib
Just so I can break that back out
She said she uses no teeth
She a pro, I'm finna pass out

I know that your pussy good
Finna turn me into a crash out
I'm not talking about my ex
Let's just get into the facts now

Me, my ex is cooling, nigga
Don't ask me no fucking questions
You know I am burning bridges
Turn those into fucking lessons

Baby, once I get this car
You gon start to feel the tension
While we eating Chic-Fil-A
She leaving a good impression

This a letter to a bitch
You know I am tryna fuck
I can't say about who you is
If I do, I'ma get stuck

When we fuck
I'ma ghost you and you know I'm finna duck
This a letter to you
So I suggest that you to listen up