Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Go, artist - Freeway. Album song Black Santa EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Let It Go |
Fly like United |
Team Early pilot |
Wastin' your money, all you seein' is your eyelids |
We put drama to bed, early to rise, it’s |
Bearded Leonidas, your highness |
Kill rats with semi-automatics, kill bitches with kindness |
Went from an ill-minded |
Blastin', leave folks mindless, spineless |
Niggas try to set me up, stick me for my work |
Try to creep up from behind us |
No way is them pricks gon' get me |
Strapped up, came on that money train like Wesley |
Act up, and get put on ice like Gretzky |
I’m the leader of the new generation like Pepsi |
Pop off and make y’all niggas do the Running Man |
That’s for all y’all that think this shit fun and games |
I can supply you and your other man |
I’m the money man, y’all niggas know my name |
I was here when the money came |
I arrived on the money train |
Me and you, we are not the same |
All my life I’ve been movin' tons of 'cane |
I let it go, go |
Let it go, go |
Let it go, go |
Get it in and let it go |
I let it go, go |
Let it go, go |
Let it go, go |
Get it in and let it go |
Gillie, I ain’t never had a 9−5 |
I’m on the block puttin' in work, I came Elijahwan |
And every time is right on time |
I swear my youngin’ll shoot that bitch up like it’s Columbine |
It ain’t no secret, homie — I ain’t a saint |
I’m on the freeway in a Dooly, work by the gas tank |
Tryin' to get it back to Philly, I can make a quarter-mili |
Plus I get it for a bargain, and I know some niggas starvin' |
I’m all up in that lemon Porsche |
Off of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs |
They never would’ve thought, this nigga years ago |
Who was there, pop had the city in a headlock |
These niggas dead weight |
The whole, no stop, drop twenty on a wrist watch, nigga no rocks |
New Panerai — I chop bricks, no samurai |
I stay duckin' the fed cameras |
Ain’t I with the playin' and that jokin', no |
So you can keep that bullshit, joker, no |
We get 'em in and then we let 'em go |
So if you need that work, then nigga let us know |
Raisin' the bar, the picks, Razor Ramon |
Rolex, diamonds, we on, soul glowin' like Tron |
Haters use so many bricks for buildings, I go King Kong |
With that white girl in my hand, like T-shirts we bare arms |
Early, money train, you ain’t got a ticket |
Talk about a king from Harlem, only time you gotta witness |
Come around here — you is not gettin' it |
If I believed in luck, then lottery I’d be hittin' it |
Thoughts never limited, professional penmanship |
I’m in season, y’all still scrimmagin' |
All I know is the hustle, what are you imagin'? |
We talkin' birds more stirred than the Wimbledon |
I let it go, go, go — go |
I really kick it out of Philly, call it Eric Snow |
Return of the Last Dragon, Bruce Lee with blow |
They want me to fall, Niagara, but the water still flow |