Young Buck
Young Buck - Let It Go songtekst
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Hey my nigga, down here in the dirty dirty We ain't with that fake rap beef shit You want to get into it lets go Talk about me baby get the good and the bad I ain't the only motherfucker in the hood without a dad Its 'gon take more than the game to get me mad More to get me high than what you got in that bag Nigga i'm focused Ash tray full of roaches See i'm the player who be cussin' out his coaches Lamborghini with the lemonade suede seats 50 Cent helped but the streets made me Got some niggas that I see with a trick up they sleeve Might want to take heed If your ass want to breathe Fuck how it started nigga this is where it ends And since we could never be friends Its like you better let it go Think about what you doin' Think about how you movin' Think about the life you ruinin' Think you better let it go Think about the road you takin' I mean what are you really chasin' (What you doin'?) Think about the mistake you makin' Think you better let it go .40 Cal in my holster Me and Sosa Dripped out and draped up G Unit sneakers at your motherfuckin' face bro Just one nigga thats too hard hustlin' it gently To push a Bentley Me and Hi-C sellin' niggas keys By the threes I give a fuck less I got a strap and a vest Yes Bullets goin' through your face Another murder face We on stage gettin' paid just to rap some bars G Unit South Its like you better let it go Think about what you doin' Think about how you movin' Think about the life you ruinin' Think you better let it go Think about the road you takin' I mean what are you really chasin' (What you doin'?) Think about the mistake you makin' Think you better let it go