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Trick Daddy( Maurice Young )
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Gotta Let You Have It - Featuring Buddy Roe
Lyricist:Adam Duggins, Marlon Pka Buddy R Hanna, Maurice Young
Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic
I just might have to toss this nine Across your mind, across that line I'm running straight up in your mammy's house by mine Puttin' this fire up in this old bitch mouth by mine
And openin' fire and I ain't swearing no niggas Give the deed up until four niggas Ain't sympathizing with you hoe niggas I'm just realizing what this thug shit for nigga
You in the middle of a war nigga Now I gotta let you have it The whole clip fucking up the whole trip Now you fucking with the boogie man This shit deeper than Nino Brown And I ain't see no clown, nigga, nigga, nigga
Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic
I got some niggas that'll bump with you Play with your kids and eat lunch with you Then fuck around and kill your ass I close shop with two shots from a far away glock
Then leave you dead to rot in a empty lot And this thug shit simply not to be taken light Well y'all fake less I'm taken life then I'm taking off To the old hood to check on a old girl
To make sure it's still all good Then it's back to the streets to finish this beef Looking for them same niggas that's looking for me And about three blocks from where they set up shop
Sell weed and lay some rocks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They got these old cops working they're spots And young niggas on the roof with red dots When me and my clique scrap and we scared not
Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic
I'm paranoid 'cause I'm hearing things time served Only out a few months, associated with birds They want to pop it, I got bad nerves peep Mini-14 on the front seat
You want to be there for your kids, nigga play with it His grams missing, who did it, I'ma deal with it So fuck I care about the shorty 'Cause nigga you been known
Skip town with my pound with my dudes 'round Now nigga how you playin', I done counted that You wanted work, all you had to do is fucking ask My Cuban friend want his ends Instead of you flipping them dividends
Making millions popping then Silly rabbit, you done started static Now I gotta let you have it Rapping fire from my automatic
You left me stuck and so you outta luck 'Cause you done fucked my credit up Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Nigga what
Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic
Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic Now I gotta let you have it Rappin' fire from my automatic
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