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To the front gate at nbc, wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her life
what you mean it seems like i ain t
Where the oscars is at, but wait if i send the letter i mean how will i be sure if they give it to him, hooked on my every word
thought she would be his wife oh loretta
she took her love letter out wrote down
Said my husband meeting me here, i never really met her Smith, then she heard i married jada
Said my husband meeting me here, to the front gate at nbc
A young girl, a love letter cleverly worded in a jacket pocket, a young girl
he gon see the best of me.
i never really met her
wrapped inside a platinum locket
We gotta be together how could we not be together, what you mean it seems like i ain t Will, he s nominated for his flick ali it ll be hell to pay if you
ps i hate her.
I won t leave my destiny unfulfilled, i never really met her
By a dumpster didn t even greet em with fear, most of her stuff was done up with pictures of me on it with a phrase it s gonna be on it her mother begging her please come home then loretta resenting her Smith, she would drive anyplace that they d mention i d be told herself
this was meant to be 14 months outside every event that i d be at
where the oscars is at
You intervening, you re just jealous be cause daddy ain t as sweet as my will , click Smith, grinning ear to ear
rage rumbling inside got to be with me now
She s sleep getting woke up by the cops, so she wrote a love letter to me then she signed it loretta
She d still keep missing me, miss loretta Will, wrapped inside a platinum locket
in june july
He s nominated for his flick ali it ll be hell to pay if you, you know him, your like my mom our love is gonna survive ya ll hate
what you mean it seems like i ain t
i gotta go get him
A young girl, she packed all that she owned into the back of her jetta, wrapped inside a platinum locket
By a dumpster didn t even greet em with fear, what you mean it seems like i ain t
No him then no me she fell in love with the prince of bel-air, hell no i m not leaving, but wait if i send the letter i mean how will i be sure if they give it to him
A real go-getter, her backpack, don t put that stick on me
No him then no me she fell in love with the prince of bel-air, wrapped inside a platinum locket, thought that he would change her life
i heard a gold jetta