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trick daddy - gotta let you have it - featuring buddy roe lyrics

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now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic
now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic

i just might have to toss this nine
across your mind, across that line
i’m running straight up in your mammy’s house by mine
puttin’ this fire up in this old b-tch mouth by mine

and openin’ fire and i ain’t swearing no n-gg-s
give the deed up until four n-gg-s
ain’t sympathizing with you hoe n-gg-s
i’m just realizing what this thug sh-t for n-gg-

you in the middle of a war n-gg-
now i gotta let you have it
the whole clip f-cking up the whole trip
now you f-cking with the boogie man
this sh-t deeper than nino brown
and i ain’t see no clown, n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-

now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic
now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic

i got some n-gg-s that’ll b-mp with you
play with your kids and eat lunch with you
then f-ck around and kill your -ss
i close shop with two shots from a far away glock

then leave you dead to rot in a empty lot
and this thug sh-t simply not to be taken light
well y’all fake less i’m taken life then i’m taking off
to the old hood to check on a old girl

to make sure it’s still all good
then it’s back to the streets to finish this beef
looking for them same n-gg-s that’s looking for me
and about three blocks from where they set up shop

sell weed and lay some rocks
they got these old cops working they’re spots
and young n-gg-s on the roof with red dots
when me and my clique scr-p and we scared not

now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic

i’m paranoid ’cause i’m hearing things time served
only out a few months, -ssociated with birds
they want to pop it, i got bad nerves peep
mini-14 on the front seat

you want to be there for your kids, n-gg- play with it
his grams missing, who did it, i’ma deal with it
so f-ck i care about the shorty
’cause n-gg- you been known

skip town with my pound with my dudes ’round
now n-gg- how you playin’, i done counted that
you wanted work, all you had to do is f-cking ask
my cuban friend want his ends
instead of you flipping them dividends

making millions popping then
silly rabbit, you done started static
now i gotta let you have it
rapping fire from my automatic

you left me stuck and so you outta luck
’cause you done f-cked my credit up
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
n-gg- what

now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic
now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic

now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic
now i gotta let you have it
rappin’ fire from my automatic



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