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Let It Go

A$AP Ferg16 Aug 2013

Let It Go Lyrics

Let It Go - A$AP Ferg

Trap Lord season begins

 

Now repent your sins

 

This Yamborghini on the motherf**kin' check-in

 

You know I had to hang-glide through for this one

 

You know we at the all-star game right now

 

Eyes closed (swish) shootin'

 

Fade aways from half-court

(elbow in the rim and all that)

Y'all still in the D-League doing

Uhh layup drills

 

Ya feel me

 

Kill a motherf**ka with the magnum forty-four

 

Find a chump slumped ni**a

Magnum on the road

 

Body full of bullets when they

Found him on the road

 

Lay a f**ker down

 

Spray it at him then reload

 

This that Fergenstein and

I be down to let it go

 

The semi or the tech

 

Spray it at him then reload

 

This that Fergenstein and

I be down to let it go

 

The semi or the tech

 

Spray it at him then reload

 

Ride Maybachs like Ross (Ugh)

550 Benz four doors

 

Praying for my niggas they lost

Dyin' no thing they wolves

 

Ridin' on a gang that floss

 

Multiplyin by the gang that bucks

 

Pull a 9 on anything we spark

 

Ménage ain't a thing they whores

P**sy so good need more

 

Let me get in those 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 go see the lord

 

B**ch like horse X In Her Pores

 

Want more sex all in her jaws

Molly

Kill a motherf**ka with

The magnum or the 4

 

Bouta jump snump ni**a

Magnum on the road

 

Body full of bullets when he

Found him on the road

 

Lay a f**ker down

Spray it at him then reload

 

This that Fergenstein and

I be down to let it go

 

The semi or the tech

Spray it at him then reload

 

This that Fergenstein and

I be down to let it go

 

The semi or the tech spray

It at him then reload

 

I'm grippin' the mac and you under attack

Spit at your back and you takin' a nap

No heart a be pumpin'

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 nine is a b**ch and she makin' it clap

I'm palmin' a fifth like I'm givin' 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

 

2-thou for the grill they cost

 

White gold teeth no floss

 

Young trap lord like Doss

 

Two b**ches in the crib no drawers

 

She rockin' the mic with her jaws

 

I call that b**ch Nicki Minaj

 

She pop more pills no cough

 

When sh*t get real she spark

 

Givenchy my b**ches

 

Smoke that life till you niggas see God

 

Gettin' head in the foreign cars

 

Get the head from the foreign broads

 

Hasta la vista señor

P**sy a** niggas a see Allah

 

Kill a motherf**ka with the

Magnum or the 4

 

'Bouta jump snump ni**a

Magnum on the road

 

Body full of bullets when he

Found him on the road

 

Lay a f**ker down

 

Spray it at him then reload

 

This that Fergenstein and

I be down to let it go

 

The semi or the tech

 

Spray it at him then reload

 

This that Fergenstein and

I be down to let it go

 

The semi or the tech

Spray it at him then reload

 

So it's like "F**kin' Problems " platinum

 

(bling bling) LongLiveA$AP number

 

One album in the country

(bling blow) sold out tours what's next

 

Trap Lord

 

Let these motherf**kers have it

 

Let them know we not playing this year

 

The limb's never been so relaxed ever

 

It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp

 

Nobody to share it with

 

We ain't trippin' though

 

Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks

 

Looking crazy

 

Pay your dry-cleaning bill and

All that (pay that pay that)

Cause it's like it ain't even

 

 

A competition no more