Текст песни Love Letters - DiamondsOnMyDick

...a spell on that bitch just for fun
I'm in the Underworld, nigga, smoking on Runtz
I'll beat your ass, nigga, I don't need a gun (Bitch)
You run with my drip, nigga, you is my son (What?)
I knew I was tweaking thinking you the one (Huh)
Playing both sides, bitch, you a dub
Crying blood tears, fell in my cup (Yeah)
Conjure up a demon, pop out the cut (What?)
Take a nigga soul, eat that shit for lunch
Reptilian Club pulling up with Crunch
Tryna be up for falling in love (What?)
I pull up with slatt, he keep UZIs tucked (Slatt)
Pretty Boy Goon, no shirt with the tats (Yeah)
And I'm pulling up with Shane, mixing blood with the Act'
Your bitch on my dick and she look like a brat (Yeah)
If I cast a love spell you won't get your bitch back (Yeah, yeah)

Damn, damn
Vampire Gang, bitch (Blood, darkness)
Slatt (Come unto me)
Ah, ah, ah, slatt, go (Heaven or Hell, let's rock)

In the lab cooking up just like I'm Dexter
I'ma cast a love spell, break your bitch off a Tesla
I'm fucking your bitch, nigga, and I just met her (What?)
Fucking with Shane, now there's holes in his sweater (Bow)
I came with the drip, nigga, changing the weather (Yeah)
These niggas sneak dissing at home, they writing love letters
I cast a love spell on that bitch just for fun
I'm in the Underworld, nigga, smoking on Runtz
I'll beat your ass, nigga, I don't need a gun (Bitch)
You run with my drip, nigga, you is my son (What?)
I knew I was tweaking thinking you the one (Huh)
Playing both sides, bitch, you a dub
Crying blood tears, fell in my cup (Yeah)
Conjure up a demon, pop out the cut (What?)

Take a nigga soul, eat that shit for lunch
Reptilian Club pulling up with Crunch
Tryna be up for falling in love (What?)
I pull up with slatt, he keep UZIs tucked (Slatt)
Pretty Boy Goon, no shirt with the tats (Yeah)
And I'm pulling up with Shane, mixing blood with the Act'
Your bitch on my dick and she look like a brat (Yeah)
If I cast a love spell you won't get your bitch back (Yeah, yeah)
In some tiny ass jeans, can't even tuck the MAC
Pouring up Act', shooting off the back

In the lab cooking up just like I'm Dexter
I'ma cast a love spell, break your bitch off a Tesla
I'm fucking your bitch, nigga, and I just met her
Fucking with Shane, now there's holes in his sweater
I came with the drip, nigga, changing the weather
These niggas sneak dissing at home, they writing love letters
I cast a love spell on that bitch just for fun
I'm in the Underworld, nigga, smoking on Runtz (Bitch)
I'll beat your ass, nigga, I don't need a gun
You run with my drip, nigga, you is my son
I knew I was tweaking thinking you the one
Playing both sides, bitch, you a dub (Damn)
Crying blood tears, fell in my cup (Damn)
Conjure up a demon, pop out the cut (Damn)

Bitch
(There's no turning back)