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citi hampton – let it go lyrics

[verse 1]
i done took a shot of brown liquor
and i done puffed the greenest
now i’m so f-cking high i feel like i could run to venus
got your b-tch on my d-ck
she always finds some fun between us
when she comes she goes dumb
i guess i’m a f-ckin g*nius
my brother used to tell me “baby bro you such a dreamer”
i done did all this dirt now take em to the f-ckin’ cleaners
and all these n-ggas hatin’ cause they see me on the creep up
what they call compet-tion is what i call a free lunch
my n-gga i don’t bang but they swear that i do
cause rollin 20’s got my eyes red like i’m piru
if you tryin to get blazed
blowin haze like i do
then i got the best grades
welcome to high school
baby your man is worthless
and i’m so f-ckin perfect
if your life is a movie then mines is a f-ckin circus
and girl i’m at your service is you dip, pop, and twerk it
she said she don’t dance
and then she got to jerkin

[hook]
she said she had a drink
i had few
feeling good feeling great how are you
hey f-ck it
let it go now
i let it go i let it go
i let it go now
i let it go aye
she said she trying to move
how i move
that ain’t you’re girl n-gga what you tryin to do
hey f-ck it
let it go now
i let it go i let it go
i let it go now
i let it go i let it go

[verse 2]
couple gl-sses of the rossi
puffin fat swishers
bout to give some good wood to a couple bad b-tches
there’s paper on the menu cookin up in cash kitchen
all for the love of fast livin
i could make a pretty girl sandwich
the bread is not the issue
they could have got some cheese
but instead they got the pickle
and man i ain’t gonna b-tch you you will know if imma diss you
a n-gga earned his stripes cause i’m so official
stack it up in the winter
blowin cash in the summer
in that jag with my brother,,
showin -ss like a plumber
n-gga a call you son cause i’m your dad mother f-cker
but i’m a horrible father i’m a bad mother f-cker
free tip please, free boosie, free biggavell, and free gucci
and its ok to spill your drink on this louis
cause a n-gga got more kicks than three bruce lee’s

[hook]

- citi hampton lyrics

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