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memothemafioso – “let em have it” lyrics

[intro]
let them n+ggas have it bro
ready?
yup n+gga
that’s yo’ ass n+gga!

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[verse 1: memothemafioso]
why you talkin’ like you wit it boy?
i know that you a phony
you claimin’ that you real
then you gonna have to show me
never been a b+tch and i put that on my homies
and i been about my sh+t ain’t n0body ever hoe me
i remember i was makin’ plays by my lonely
when i was just a youngin tryna ball like i’m kobe
you was in the stands i was really goin’ ot
big brodie keep a 40 like he addicted to the oe
i’ve been makin’ plays but i keep that sh+t lowkey
i don’t take a loss if you lane switch on me
you can talk sh+t but yo’ main b+tch blow me
and i know it make you mad that yo’ main b+tch know me
i ain’t wit the games b+tch you know that i don’t play those
actin’ h+lla hard but he soft like play+doh
i been sippin’ lean you been sippin’ on that karo
i’m a muf+ckin mack to these hoes like sayso
aye, who you foolin’ why you lie fo?
you ain’t never heard a chop sing like a high note
if you sneak dissin’ on the mob you get fired on
make that b+tch ring like a muf+ckin iphone
[verse 2: sethii shmactt]
aye, b+tch where yo’ mans at?
prolly somewhere hatin’ cause we win and they can’t stand that
n+gga, and i got yo’ b+tch bringin’ chicken in
i’m a cutthroat, you n+ggas sweet like cinnamon
b+tch i can f+ck you and yo’ best friend
hit it from the back she say “d+mn!” like kendrick
all my n+ggas slidin’ i ain’t talkin’ bout electric
big glock, n+gga sh+t can get hectic
aye, f+ck a b+tch ima marry guap
i can’t trust sh+t these hoes tell like the marriott
do we lack? f+ck no b+tch we carry glocks
gas pack, magic in the wood call it harry pott
and it’s mob x cg hittin’ big stains
fat woods, in love with mary jane b+tch i’m rick james
young thug, like that n+gga from the rich gang
strip teasin’, leave a n+gga with some sh+t stains
b+tch!

[verse 3: e. corleone]
real mob n+gga, all black the apparel
and i don’t do the talkin’ p+ssy come talk to the barrel
all my n+ggas ain’t for nothing we ’bout it for real
so let a n+gga disrespect and he bound to get peeled
that n+gga bucks about to cut b+tch you better get back
cause if he creepin’ on yo’ ass then you know it’s a wrap
they all talk p+ssy n+ggas be focused on rap
meanwhile the mob up in them streets really uppin them stacks
i heard yo’ n+gga turned snitch what a f+ckin’ disgrace
gave me a even better reason to get n+ggas erased
i got n+ggas that’ll get you gone without leavin’ a trace
watch what you say spittin’ on the mob it’s the the biggest mistake
i like how n+ggas love to talk but ain’t sayin’ a thing
you come thru flexin’ over here bet we snaggin’ them chains
we quick to peel a n+gga back if he funkin with gang
we call of duty n+ggas blocks if they think it’s a game
i got some k!llas from the bay and them n+ggas go manii
i got some eses really loco they really go brazy
mob b+tch we known to give n+ggas the blues
so disrespect we leave yo’ momma cryin’ on the news

- memothemafioso lyrics

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