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fat trel - let it go lyrics

(verse 1 fat trel)

riding around in the spyder coupe no top like to tie the shoe
yo b-tch want me to sign her b00bs and i did after that she ride the crew
everyday i count the cake
hit the mall, i ball like mike j
neck, ring, wrist like ice trays i can talk that sh-t like ice age
tell the b-tch eat the cake if the b-tch f-ck around she won’t eat today
12hunna’ bucks thats easy cake, make the police do what meatchi say
shawty this hugo boss sh-t, you lost like that lacoste sh-t
n-gga might really gon’ call it quits, my b-tches pay for all this
sl-tty boy sh-t n-gga watch yo’ b-tch she a ho probably on the 3rd flo’
suckin’ d-ck, no digits still hit a quick l!ck, need i remind that i’m bout that sh-t
sh-t, first i peep out the whip, pull the pistol out make em’ get out the sh-t
tear it all up n-gga bounce that brick, cause im shootin’ everybody sittin’ out this b-tch
no bluffin’, rock like nufffin’ work in the pot, tool in the oven, money in the wall
bet a b-tch down the hall that’ll turn a one pack into two no stuntin’
yeah n’ the money keep comin’ thrills, bills, bills runnin, k!ll still, ima youngn’
f-ck em’ duck em’ no bunnin, bow

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low car, let it go, let it go, let it go
b-tch say ima’ animal, i’m all about my money roll
shoota’s from atalanta dropin’ bombers like geronimo
watch i come from under with that thunder from a sunoco (2x)

(verse 2 fat trel)

i went from wasting money down at the stadium, it flips like a gymnasium, trappin’ out
the palladium, my bad b-tch name is adrian, adrian can smoke with me, jack will break a c0ke wit’ me
i told her i don’t know no sleep, its no days off if you roll wit’ me, fallin’ she gon’ catch me, he might
catch her holdin’ me, keep it g her father hate me cause he thinks she over me, plus i must’ve smoked
a p she like to keep a hold of me, my eyes are low i’m so low key, still keep that 4 0 on me
rollin’ you might lose your life, foolio’ smoke ya’ mama twice, put a n-gga bangin’ on a bucket of ice
call the sh-t the sons of life, b-tches ain’t worried bout’ funding right, they just want to have a little
fun tonight, shoota’s’ on deck, gun’s right, if they take it to the left, ima make it to the right, take
a deep breath, turn off the lights, em’ fo deck go fetch yo’ wife, em’ fo got my pen so right, green n’ white had me up all night, said it so wrong but it seemed so right, why the f-ck they had to make it seem so bright, n-gga’s fall back we don’t need yo’ life, weigh it, wrap it, ship it, get it, twice

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