Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let 'Em Go, artist - Thutmose. Album song Man On Fire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Th3rd Brain
Song language: English
Let 'Em Go |
| All my old hoes want the best for me |
| (Yung Lan on the track) |
| R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace |
| Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe |
| White girls askin' where my niggas at |
| Can’t you see they here with me? |
| All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go |
| Bouncers showin' extra love when we pull up |
| Fashion week, I’m in Milan, I’m with Dior |
| Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds |
| All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go |
| Bouncer showin' extra love when we pull up, yeah |
| Fashion week, I’m in Milan, I’m with Dior |
| Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds |
| All my old hoes want the best for me |
| R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace |
| Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe |
| White girls askin' where my niggas at |
| Can’t you see they here with me? |
| Young nigga came up from the mud, turned to a boss |
| I was raised in the streets out in New York dodgin' the law |
| Never been to London but always studied a broad |
| And she say she on her period so I’m fuckin' her jaws |
| Cop the coupe, yeah I love the two seaters |
| Lean on me like that shit niggas be mixin' up in that two liters |
| Just saw God and she look like Lupita, woah |
| Time to hit the road |
| Life but a show so give the people what they want |
| Brooklyn boy, what’s up? |
| All my old hoes want the best for me |
| R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace |
| Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe |
| White girls askin' where my niggas at |
| Can’t you see they here with me? |
| All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go |
| Bouncers showin' extra love when we pull up |
| Fashion week, I’m in Milan, I’m with Dior |
| Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds |
| All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go |
| Bouncer showin' extra love when we pull up, yeah |
| Fashion week, I’m in Milan, I’m with Dior |
| Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds |
| Cut off all the fakes, yeah, they dead to me |
| We throwin' shots to their head like they Kennedy |
| I gotta leave a fuckin' legacy, how else will they remember me? |
| Be careful when you winning 'cause they say success brings jealousy |
| I’m runnin' off to better things, VIP, they envy me |
| Like I ain’t work this hard |
| Watch me finesse with all these melodies |
| I don’t give a fuck, oh |
| I can’t hang with y’all, no |
| Love me out in Houston |
| And they love me in Chicago, yeah |
| Yeah, I’m goin' savage mode |
| Runnin' 'round, I got the antidote |
| Late registration but I got a scholarship long, long time ago |
| Let 'em fall like dominoes |
| Tell your bitch to come vamanos |
| Please leave your man at the door |
| Tell that man he gotta adiós |
| All my old hoes want the best for me |
| R.I.P the pussy, make it rest in peace |
| Yeah I got the sauce, I got the recipe |
| White girls askin' where my niggas at |
| Can’t you see they here with me? |
| All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go |
| Bouncers showin' extra love when we pull up |
| Fashion week, I’m in Milan, I’m with Dior |
| Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds, yeah |
| All my dawgs came ready, let 'em go |
| Bouncer showin' extra love when we pull up, yeah |
| Fashion week, I’m in Milan, I’m with Dior |
| Middle finger to the fakes, like fuck the frauds |