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kevin gates - let it sing lyrics

[intro]
n-gg- won’t tell me, talkin’ ’bout some
you twenty percent more in it (who’s that?)
n-gg- you control the wheel there

[chorus]
flexed up, billy jean, yes-uh, everything
she don’t trust a n-gg-, n-gg- i don’t trust a wedding ring
flexed up, billy jean, yes-uh, everything
she don’t trust a n-gg-, n-gg- i don’t trust a wedding ring
yappa goin’ bada-boom, yappa goin’ bada-bing
ray charles, i can’t see, aretha franklin, let it sing
yappa goin’ bada-boom, yappa goin’ bada-bing
ray charles, i can’t see, aretha franklin, let it sing

[verse 1]
sip out the canister, rollin’ up cannabis
i’m not permitted to cross into canada
fired my manager, robert horry in the game
switch place, story stay the same
bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think i’m tory lanez
broke prayin’ for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
flex on ’em like i’m billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
tryna get next to me like i’m tristan, you think i’m really ’bout to let you get me?
you think i’m really ’bout to let you bill it?
you think you really ‘posed to get a bentley?
all you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a civic
keep it professional when you dm me
you know your sister be all in my business, copyin’ everythin’ that i delivered
tmz i’m fightin’ with dreka
we cannot do this in front of the children
lovin’ this sh-t, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna k!ll me
how could you leave me?

[verse 2]
cookin’ up, let me do what i want, gold rollie, touch, cutter gon’ launch
in cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
breakin’ open a pipe, pourin’ dope in the cup, partner bought it, ’bout to open it up
big body, doors openin’ up, big jamaican unloadin’ the truck
big weight ’bout to go in the trunk, bad b-tch, give me brain in the trunk
just jugg, four m in a month, two-fifty book a show, i’ma come
cappin’ like they got more than us, matter of fact, i just ordered up
shopliftin’, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
i could remember you treatin’ me sh-tty back then ’cause i wasn’t important enough
straight from the back, how i’m grippin’ the b-tch, throwin’ d-ck in her kidney, she ballin’ up
in the mirror i glisten’, the b-tton ignition, the engine go rah, when i start it up

[outro]
ay, forgive me if i’m not energetic and hunky dory around this b-tch, when i got a motherf-ckin’ gps monitor strapped to my leg. when i got a motherf-ckin’ p.o. tellin’ me i can go travel to spend money, but i can’t travel to make money. you know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me? when i got these f-ckin’ d-ck suckers on my motherf-ckin’ back 24 hours a day, playin’ wit’ me, you heard me? and now you f-ckin’ playin’ wit’ me

- kevin gates lyrics

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