Letra de This Goes Out

[Verse1]
My mom and dem don't like ya, my friends all think you triflin
But I don't feel quite like them, in fact I'm out to spite them
The love we share is special, it's on a whole
Nother level, he's firm with me, he's gentle
He's intimate, yet mental

[Pre Coro]
But he's quick to flip
He don't understand, street but sweet
My kinda man, goes to church
Might be a thug, he breaks me off
Shows a lot of love, disrespect
He's off the heezy
You don't want that, please believe me
That's the only way he knows how to show me how much he cares

[Coro:]
This goes out to my bandana rockin, out on the blockers
Chasin that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month
Child support, all non-voting, newport smoking
I still got love for ya'll and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller
Dry philly rollers, sitting on dubs, cristal poppin, loud talkin, frontin
Drunk in the club, live wit you mamma, always in drama
I still got love for yall

[Verse2]
Somebody's always hatin, there always sittin around waitin
Til you make a new mistake and get sent back
Upstate and so they can just say that "I told ya"
"Shoulda listened when I told ya"
So I'll cry on their shoulder
They'll be so glad it's over

[Pre Coro]
But he'quick to flip, he don't understand
Street but sweet, my kinda man, goes to church, might be a thug
He breaks me off, shows a lot of love
Disrespect, he's off the heezy, you don't want that
You gotta believe me, that's the only
Way he knows how to show me how much he cares

[Coro:]
This goes out to my bandana rockin, out on the blockers
Chasin that dough, bad baby daddies
1st of the month, child support, all non-voting, newport smoking
I still got love for yall and this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller
Dry philly rollers, sittin on dubs, cristal poppin
Loud talkin, frontin, drunk in the club
Live wit yo mamma, always in drama, I still got love for yall...

[Bridge:]
La la la lala la(repeat)
(you and chasing that dough, yea, child support, I still got love for ya'll, and this goes out to my third strike paroller, dry philly rollers, sittin on dubs.. Drunk in da club, yea yea yea, I still got love for ya, love for ya, oh for ya

(chorus till end)