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Luv Letters
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Luv Letters was released on February 22, 2025 by Elegant Music as a part of the album Until Its Over
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Release DateFebruary 22, 2025
LabelElegant Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Koujas
Koujas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Stein
John Stein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Koujas
Koujas
Engineer
MaxMadeTheBeat
MaxMadeTheBeat
Producer

Lyrics

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I'm callin' Dee up on his jail phone
Like wassam brudda, how you been man?
Still sayin' free my bro out the can
Hella racks, rubber band man
Six got sticks on sticks, got blicks
AMG too fast, where the fuck we went?
And that stupid ass, dumb ass died off fent
She pulled up now, now she tryna get bent
We gon' jack his V, what whip he in?
Pints on pints, I'm the leanman
43X got him leanin'
I poured that drank, I'm fiendin'
Say you love me, do you mean it?
We t'd off Casamigos
Whip fast like where he go?
Wrists be on Sub Zero
I don't play no games about my cheddar
I need that breesh
She gon' take my soul if I let her
She told me please
She write me cursive love letters
She so unique
She wanna leave, no I can't let her
Can't let you leave
We got them bottles now we up
And we so geeked
On a late night weekend, we t up
Twin she wit' me
2 AM she hit me up
She lean on me
Obsessed wit' me, I tore her up
Man, she so geeked
I look my brudda right up in his eyes
If you play wit' me we gon' kill you
I just rolled up, I'm oh so high
Just popped that bean
Just popped that roxy, bitch I can't breathe
Just po'ed that deuce up
Ain't sippin' green
Like baby hold up, lemme roll this weed
Like bae let's smoke up, let's get so geeked
Double C, LV my feet
Walk around and I got my G
Hella meds, I need 'em to sleep
I just poured that deuce, I'm tweaked
Me and my stick ride dolo, basically just me
I got the game in a muhfuckin' chokehold
No time to sleep
It's me and myself, I don't need no hoe tho'
I'm callin' Dee up on his jail phone
Like wassam brudda, how you been man?
Still sayin' free my bro out the can
Hella racks, rubber band man
Six got sticks on sticks, got blicks
AMG too fast, where the fuck we went?
And that stupid ass, dumb ass died off fent
She pulled up now, now she tryna get bent
We gon' jack his V, what whip he in?
Pints on pints, I'm the leanman
43X got him leanin'
I poured that drank, I'm fiendin'
Say you love me, do you mean it?
We t'd off Casamigos
Whip fast like where he go?
Wrists be on Sub Zero
I don't play no games about my cheddar
I need that breesh
She gon' take my soul if I let her
She told me please
She write me cursive love letters
She so unique
She wanna leave, no I can't let her
Can't let you leave
We got them bottles now we up
And we so geeked
On a late night weekend, we t up
Twin she wit' me
2 AM she hit me up
She lean on me
Obsessed wit' me, I tore her up
Man, she so geeked
Written by: John Stein
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