Let It Go lyrics

by

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony


[Intro: A$AP Yams]
Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins
This Yamborghini on the motherf*ckin' check-in
You know I had to hang glide through for this one and all that
You know, we at the all-star game right now, eyes closed (Swish)
Shootin' fadeaways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that)
Tomahawk jams (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya heard? Ya feel me?

[Chorus]
Kill a motherf*cka with the Magnum .44
Find a chump slumped, n*gga, magnum on the road
Body full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a f*cker down, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)

[Verse 1]
Ride Maybachs like Ross (Huh), 550 Benz, four doors (Doors)
Praying for my n*ggas, they lost (Lost)
Dying no thing, they wolves (They wolves)
Riding on a gang that floss (Floss)
Multiplyin' by the gang that bucks (Bucks)
Pull a 9 on anything we spark (Spark)
Ménage ain't a thing, they whores (Whores)
pus*y so good, need more (More)
Let me get in those drawers (Drawers)
5-0 in the corner store, he heard all them claps with a round of applause
Spit at your back and you lie on the floor
Rat-a-tat-tat and you gon' see the Lord
b*tch like horse, X In her pores
Want more sex, all in her jaws
Molly!
[Chorus]
Kill a motherf*cka with the Magnum .44
Find a chump slumped, n*gga, magnum on the road
Body full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a f*cker down, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)

[Verse 2]
I'm grippin' the Mac and you under attack
Spit at your back and you taking a nap
No heart a be pumping, your body relaxed
You talk to me dumb and that's how I react
One arm in the air like I'm waving a cab
The 9 is a b*tch and she making it clap
I'm palming a 5th like I'm giving a dap
Be ready to scrap when you talk to the Trap (My condolences)
You are now talking to a boss, Lou Bang still ride in the Porsche
Two thou' for the grill they cost, white gold teeth, no floss
Young Trap Lord like Doss, two b*tches in the crib, no drawers
She rocking the mic with her jaws, I call that b*tch Nicki Minaj
She pop one pill no cough, when sh*t get real she spark
Givenchy my b*tches bought, smoke that life 'til you n*ggas see God
Getting head in the foreign cars, get the head from the foreign broads
Hasta la vista, señor, pus*y ass n*ggas a see Allah (Fergie!)
[Chorus]
Kill a motherf*cka with the Magnum .44
Find a chump slumped, n*gga, magnum on the road
Body full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a f*cker down, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)

[Outro: A$AP Yams]
So it's like, "f*ckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling)
LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country (Bling blaow)
Sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord
Let these motherf*ckers have it, let 'em know we not playing this year
The limb's never been so relaxed, ever, heheh
It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with
We ain't trippin' though, heheheheh
Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy, nah mean?
Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that)
Cause it's like, it ain't even a competition no more, hahahahahah
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