paroles de chanson Let Em Have It - SOB X RBE , Yhung T.O. , Slimmy B , DaBoii , Shoreline Mafia
Talkin'
down
your
own
bro,
sound
like
a
dork
to
me
Want
beef
but
you
snitchin',
sound
like
pork
to
me
Nigga
thought
that
I
was
lackin',
keep
a
torch
with
me
And
I
be
rockin'
with
them
shooters,
they
escort
for
me
Police
say
it's
muddy,
thirty
shells
in
that
whip
Wet
bab,
I
could
probably
sell
in
that
shit
Keep
on
fuckin'
with
the
devil,
it
be
hell
in
this
bitch
Keep
on
actin'
like
he
tough
and
catch
a
shell
in
this
bitch
Talkin'
rich
when
you
broke,
that's
a
bad
mouth
Follow
the
next
nigga's
movese,
that's
a
bad
route
And
every
window
rolled
up,
it's
attack
out
And
I'll
face
every
fear
before
I
back
down
Pussy
soundin'
like
the
gang,
that's
a
copycat
We
four
deep
up
in
the
rentals
with
all
kind
of
straps
And
if
K-Rod
take
your
bitch
then
come
and
buy
her
back
I
got
them
demons
in
my
body,
don't
know
how
to
act
I
don't
fuck
with
niggas
and
I
never
did
And
if
I
hit
her
from
the
back
I
probably
touch
her
rib
Side
nigga
to
his
bitch,
I
got
better
dick
And
for
them
niggas
wanna
diss,
I
got
a
longer
clip,
bitch
Rob
Vicious,
fuckin'
niggas'
bitches
'Posed
to
hit
her
once
and
now
she
back
'cause
she
addicted
Niggas
talkin'
down
then
we
gon'
pull
up
with
extensions
It's
Vicious,
I
gotta
make
money
and
break
bitches
Robby
Vicious
got
that
TEC,
he
gon'
chip
somethin'
Bullets
flyin'
out
that
TEC,
watch
it
rip
somethin'
Say
you
sippin'
on
that
Tech,
you
don't
sip
nothin'
Say
you
smoke
with
no
rec,
come
and
get
some
Robby
Vicious
got
that
chop,
leave
you
holey
Tell
the
cops
you
don't
know
me
Hundred
round
bust
you
down
like
a
Rollie
Hit
the
ground,
you
talk
down
on
my
homies
I'm
a
dope
dealer
baby,
let
me
change
your
life
up
Goin'
thirty
off
a
perc-30
with
the
pipe
tucked
Fendi
hold
the
forty,
we
might
take
your
life
bruh
Shawty
want
the
winning
team,
no
niggas
like
us
All
my
niggas
want
the
smoke,
no
niggas
fight
us
I
ain't
worried
'bout
that
bitch,
I
had
to
boss
my
life
up
Run
game
on
a
bitch,
game
on
a
bitch
Pop
a
pill
then
came
on
a
bitch,
gang
on
that
bitch
Uh,
Slimmy
motherfuckin'
B
Red
bottom
for
the
cleats,
twenty-two
up
in
this
gleek
Bitch
I'm
really
in
these
streets,
Craft
nigga,
three
C's
Thinkin'
I
was
fuckin'
for
the
free,
bitch
please,
uh
Been
slidin'
all
night,
no
sleep
Cuffin'
on
that
thot
bitch,
let
the
ho
be
Paid
a
band
plus
for
this
Louis
long
sleeve
All
that
dissin',
six
feet
is
where
you
niggas
gon'
be,
uh
And
when
I
hit
your
bitch
it's
from
the
backend
Eight-fifty
for
the
belt,
that's
why
I'm
saggin',
uh
Like
Nike
I
just
do
it,
no
practice
Niggas
want
smoke,
shit,
fuck
it,
let
'em
have
it,
uh
This
stick
up
on
my
hip
but
this
ain't
Madden
In
the
Aston,
gettin'
head
from
a
ratchet
Glock
plastic,
make
your
mama
pick
a
casket,
uh
And
if
you
ain't
talkin'
bands,
ain't
no
collabing,
bitch
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