Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me at Em, artist - DJ Holiday. Date of issue: 08.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let Me at Em |
| Bitch better fuck something |
| Bitch better fuck something |
| Shows in L.A., shows in the bay |
| Centerfolds in the pool, got her rolling up a jay |
| Tats all over, cash all over |
| 500 laps, NASCAR Chattanooga |
| Bow down tell them bitches pipe down nigga |
| Bow down, when I come up to your town nigga |
| I’m surrounded by brown women and brown liquor |
| And green trees, my name heavy make the ground quiver |
| Ridin through the city I’m bagging bitches what do you know |
| Counting a bag with spanish mammies on the |
| Trying to get mad, I told that baby get at me |
| I could blow out all your candles on your birthday suit |
| Pull me up a four super slow |
| Rolling dope boy |
| White bitch, white liquor I for sure fuck |
| Turned up niggas with me they don’t give a fuck |
| Tell that bitch let’s get it cracking |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| I’ma tear that pussy up |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| And tell them niggas my niggas don’t give a fuck, like |
| Let me at em |
| drinking gin with the |
| knock the knee right out your taco |
| bitch mulatto |
| Got her seven digits then I hit her like a lotto |
| Play her im a winner, eat her like dinner |
| Mama raised a sinner, pray to God the lord forgive her |
| I’m d-boy fresh every time you see me out |
| Trying make a million every time I leave the house |
| She’s got a new whip, now I’m riding with your spouse |
| Let her pop a Then I skeeted in her mouth |
| She said she got it all but I see some on her blouse |
| Ratchet ass rabbit chasing cheese with a mouse |
| Pull me up a four super slow |
| Rolling dope boy |
| White bitch, white liquor I for sure fuck |
| Turned up niggas with me they don’t give a fuck |
| Tell that bitch let’s get it cracking |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| I’ma tear that pussy up |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| And tell them niggas my niggas don’t give a fuck, like |
| Let me at em |
| Forty-four long knock the tats off your body |
| Packing up arenas from the packs in the lobby |
| Money got a whole lot, know we buy the whole lot |
| Flushing when the door knock |
| Shout to Petey Rollock |
| Chuck Taylors all black, Raiders |
| Money right, dirty money, dirty sprite |
| Give her loose change let her run loose |
| Came up out the mud to the trunk roof |
| Fight night shotgun Makaveli |
| Trying to put it in her mouth, Akinyele |
| I rip a tag and the ceiling off |
| Banana clip Mulsanne peeling off |
| Pull me up a four super slow |
| Rolling dope boy |
| White bitch, white liquor I for sure fuck |
| Turned up niggas with me they don’t give a fuck |
| Tell that bitch let’s get it cracking |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| I’ma tear that pussy up |
| Let me at em |
| Let me at em |
| And tell them niggas my niggas don’t give a fuck, like |
| Let me at em |