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Letters
111
Hip-Hop/Rap
Letters was released on July 21, 2022 by Xhulooo / TEN88 as a part of the album 2PAK - Single
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Release DateJuly 21, 2022
LabelXhulooo / TEN88
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xhulooo
Xhulooo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arturo LaMotta
Arturo LaMotta
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BNYX
BNYX
Producer

Lyrics

(I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
K finna hit 'em, ain't talkin' no letters
You don't make money, you need to do better (Better)
She say I'm hot like a pepper (Xhulooo you ready? Come on)
Ice on my neck and it's changing the weather
Why you keep hating you not getting cheddar
Gucci my shoes, I got Louis my sweater
That boy a bum, yea, I know he a beggar
They stealing sauce, but I put it together
Go head and hop in the coupe (Coupe)
Pull up and shoot out the roof (Brrr)
Pull up we aiming at you
My diamonds wet like a pool
Good gas smokin' on boof
You better tell me the truth
Feel like the King of the Youth
'Cause they steady watching my moves
I feel like Bino got Whole Lotta racks (A lot of them)
I heard your gang is a whole lotta rats (A lot of that)
If he play then we gon' put a hole in his back
How you gon' hate, you don't know me, at that (How you gon' hate?)
Ran up and all that boy seen was a bat
I took a trip to LA with my slatt
Just bought a beamer, but I want a scat
If i keep it 100 your music is wack
I feel like Marshall, I want me an M
Get me a bag, I am not one of them
Chop got a knife, and it give 'em a trim
Wrist got an ocean, I'm finna go swim (Okay)
Uh, woah, oh, woah (Yeah)
Uh, woah, oh, woah (Wrist got an ocean, I'm finna go swim)
K finna hit 'em, ain't talkin' no letters
You don't make money, you need to do better (Better)
She say I'm hot like a pepper (Xhulooo you ready? Come on)
Ice on my neck and it's changing the weather
Why you keep hating you not getting cheddar
Gucci my shoes, I got Louis my sweater
That boy a bum, yea, I know he a beggar
They stealing sauce, but I put it together
Go head and hop in the coupe (Coupe)
Pull up and shoot out the roof (Brrr)
Pull up we aiming at you
My diamonds wet like a pool
Good gas smokin' on boof
You better tell me the truth
Feel like the King of the Youth
'Cause they steady watching my moves
Written by: Arturo LaMotta
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