Testo Let Em Go - Thutmose
Testo della canzone Let Em Go (Thutmose), tratta dall'album Man On Fire
All my old hoes want the best for me
(Yung Lan on the track)
R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace
Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe
White girls askin' where my niggas at
Can't you see they here with me?
All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go
Bouncers showin' extra love when we pull up
Fashion week, I'm in Milan, I'm with Dior
Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds
All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go
Bouncer showin' extra love when we pull up, yeah
Fashion week, I'm in Milan, I'm with Dior
Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds
All my old hoes want the best for me
R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace
Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe
White girls askin' where my niggas at
Can't you see they here with me?
Young nigga came up from the mud
Turned to a boss
I was raised in the streets out in
New York dodgin' the law
Never been to London
But always studied a broad
And she say she on her period
So I'm fuckin' her jaw
Cop the coupe, yeah I love the two seaters
Lean on me like that shit niggas
Be mixin' up in that two liters
Just saw God and she look like Lupita, woah
Time to hit the road
Life but a show so give the people
What they want
Brooklyn boy, what's up?
All my old hoes want the best for me
R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace
Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe
White girls askin' where my niggas at
Can't you see they here with me?
All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go
Bouncers showin' extra love when we pull up
Fashion week, I'm in Milan, I'm with Dior
Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds
All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go
Bouncer showin' extra love when we pull up, yeah
Fashion week, I'm in Milan, I'm with Dior
Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds
Cut off all the fakes, yeah, they dead to me
We throwin' shots to their head like they Kennedy
I gotta leave a fuckin' legacy
How else will they remember me?
Be careful when you winning
'Cause they say success brings jealousy
I'm runnin' off to better things, VIP, they envy me
Like I ain't work this hard
Watch me finesse with all these melodies
I don't give a fuck, oh
I can't hang with y'all, no
Love me out in Houston
And they love me in Chicago, yeah
Yeah, I'm goin' savage mode
Runnin' 'round, I got the antidote
Late registration but I got a scholarship long
Long time ago
Let 'em fall like dominoes
Tell your bitch to come vamanos
Please leave your man at the door
Tell that man he gotta adiós
All my old hoes want the best for me
R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace
Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe
White girls askin' where my niggas at
Can't you see they here with me?
All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go
Bouncers showin' extra love when we pull up
Fashion week, I'm in Milan, I'm with Dior
Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds, yeah
All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go
Bouncer showin' extra love when we pull up, yeah
Fashion week, I'm in Milan, I'm with Dior
Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds
Credits
Writer(s): Milan Modi, Umar Ibrahim, Brain Anamayatana
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