Kris - Dear Charquinta (feat. Charquinta) Lyrics

Yea
Gotta write the shit out

Dear Charquinta
I know he used to hit ya
I know my father did you dirty
And you from Virginia
Dear Charquinta, yea
Dear Charquinta
I know he used to hit ya
I know my father did you dirty
And you from Virginia
Dear Charquinta, yea

Yo, Nicole
I know it's getting old
It's the same ol' shit
With the same ol' hoes
And he keeps on hitting you
The shit is getting old, f*ck
And because you love him
Yea, you keep it on the low
That's just how it goes

Using his hands over words
That shit's ubsurb
But inside of his Mind
His Fist is verbs
That's not how it works
As his Demons Lurk
He Just ask hisself
He just need some help
Looking at the cross
Bro, you lost
Yea, you need some help

And Miguel hit on Charquinta
Man
That shit ain't make no sense
She should prolly leave em
But She still won't call it quits
And he keeps on cheating
He does it with out consent
Then she finally leaves em
Now, he wanna go and repent

Dear Charquinta
I know he used to hit ya
I know my father did you dirty
And you from Virginia
Dear Charquinta, yea
Dear Charquinta
I know he used to hit ya
I know my father did you dirty
And you from Virginia
Dear Charquinta, yea

Thank you so much Son
I love you deeply
I needed that
Continue to pray for me
Cause I'm praying for you