| If I won’t rock, let me know
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| Let me know, let me know, yeah
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| Let me know, let me know, yeah
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| Let me know, let me, oh yeah yeah yeah
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| If you don’t wanna rock, let me know
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| Think I won’t pop, let me know
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| I ain’t on top, let me know
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| If y’all want me to stop, let me, know
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| I just want a señorita though
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| I don’t think she really need me no more
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| Do I get you hot? |
| Let me know
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| I could read the block with my eyes closed
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| I can’t Milly Rock off a high note
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| I don’t wanna talk, got my eyes closed
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| I could only rock with my woes
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| Will I ever stop? |
| Only God knows, yeah
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| Hear me yelling turn the heat up
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| I done burned the sole through my damn sneakers
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| Who mixed the lean with the sangria?
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| And take the woods out the fucking freezer
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| Cause I don’t wanna roll
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| Time moving too slow
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| That shit had me on the floor
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| That shit had me on the ropes
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| Talk too spicy, please don’t fight me, you won’t like me
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| I don’t like me, I’m just trying to say it nicely
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| We ain’t trying to move too lightly, these distractions too enticing
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| Day dream ‘bout my shoe with Nike, things I think of lil' too highly
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| This ain’t pots and pans no more
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| Rock band mic with pantyhose done turned me to an animal
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| This is how I planned to go, they can’t find me
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| Hill you died on, way too icy
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| They won’t even find your body
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| You ain’t lasting with nobody
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| We just bodies, carbon copies
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| We got' die from climate
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| They got nukes and rockets
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| Why the fuck you hating? |
| You got bigger problems
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| Whip got autopilot, sent that shit to outer space, yeah
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| I done looked inside me so I’m never out of place, yeah
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| If you don’t wanna rock, let me know
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| Think I won’t pop, let me know
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| I ain’t on top, let me know
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| If y’all want me to stop, let me, know
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| I just want a señorita though
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| I don’t think she really need me no more
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| Do I get you hot? |
| Let me know
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| I could read the block with my eyes closed
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| Low key king of hearts, secure the bag this year
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| Done got my shit together, might cop some ass this year
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| Make sure she bad and juicy, don’t want no 9 to 5
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| No Jezebel, no Lucy, man’s gotta stay alive
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| Comp, keep lacking and sagging like where your balls at
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| Frauds be blowing and sucking like where your talk at?
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| I’m loving always, man my shit like Kama Sutra
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| Bet I’m formally too much and shit gon' hit you, Jimmy Neutron
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| I’m blacked out, I’m black everything, nigga
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| Don’t tell me to chill when I’m in my fucking element nigga
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| My description ain’t in your dictionary, eloquent nigga
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| Back to back with Angelo would make a sucker witness greatness
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| Silence still golden, so it’s stacks right after patience
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| They assume a nigga quiet cause a nigga don’t say shit
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| But I’m busy counting numbers in my motherfucking matrix
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| I know it’s shit we don’t talk about
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| Dying and bringing the coffins out
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| We got some things we can’t walk around
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| I can’t even think when you not around
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| I know it’s shit we don’t talk about
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| Dying and bringing the coffins out
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| We got some things we can’t walk around
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| I can’t even think when you not around
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| I know it’s shit we don’t talk about
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| Dying and bringing the coffins out
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| We got some things we can’t walk around
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| I can’t even think when you not around
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| I know it’s shit we don’t talk about
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| Dying and bringing the coffins out
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| We got some things we can’t walk around
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| I can’t even think when you not
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| I can’t even |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Know , by - Angelo Mota. Song from the album My Art Is Bad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп