Messy Marv - To Whom It May Concern Lyrics

[Hook:]
You know you wrong
Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home
You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back
And I mean that bitch
Anything I own I'm taking all that shit
Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will
(To whom it may concern)

[Verse 1:]
Ho you outta pocket
My release date bitch, I'm running in ya pockets
Who you talking to
You don't make bitch, bitch I make you
Yeah I'm taking all that
Them Apple Bottom jeans bitch and that Baby Phat
You know I ain't broke
Without no money bitch you gon be a joke
Ho is you tripping
A nigga locked up and you disrespecting pimping
Hell nah it ain't good
Bitch I'm beating you ass when I get back to the hood
Ho stop lieing
I don't wana hear that bullshit bitch stop crying
I know you know better
Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter

[Hook:]
You know you wrong
Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home
You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back
And I mean that bitch
Anything I bought I'm taking all that shit
Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will
(To whom it may concern)

[Verse 2:]
Bitch you ain't right
I know ya trifling ass was at the club last night
Now how that look
Bitch when you ain't put no money on the kid books
I'll be out in a few days
And I'm snatching out them lil ass micro braids
You up and down (?)
How you my bitch in the next nigga caprice
Hell nah I ain't hating
This ain't nothing but a earned vacation
You know what it is
Call ya baby daddy bitch them ain't my kids
And park my 'Lac
Bitch don't ever do no shit like that
I know you know better
Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter

[Hook:]
You know you wrong
Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home
You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get back
And I mean that bitch
Anything I bought I'm taking all that shit
Now tell me how it feel, to know what you won't do another bitch will
(To whom it may concern)

[Verse 3:]
Don't ask me for nothing
When I get out I'm f*cking ya lil thick ass buzzin
I'm Iceberg Slim
Don't tell that to me, bitch tell that to him
My money too long
And bitch tell metro you need a new phone
I bought you Dolce & Gabbana
Bitch you eating White Castle no mo Benny Honda
And you bet not key up the candy
I'm a beat the brakes off you bitch you understand me
And you bet not key up the candy
I'm a beat the brakes off you ho you understand me
And you bet not key up the candy
I'm a beat the brakes off you trick you understand
I kno you know better
Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter