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Let 'Em Have It
34.140
Hip-Hop/Rap
Let 'Em Have It è stato pubblicato il 14 novembre 2018 da DTLA Records come parte dell'album Let 'Em Have It - Single
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Data di uscita14 novembre 2018
EtichettaDTLA Records
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM97

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MOBxCG
MOBxCG
Performer
MemoTheMafioso
MemoTheMafioso
Performer
Sethii Shmactt
Sethii Shmactt
Performer
E. Corleone
E. Corleone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
MemoTheMafioso
MemoTheMafioso
Composer
E. Corleone
E. Corleone
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luewaddup
Luewaddup
Producer

Testi

[Intro]
Let them **** have it, bro
Ready?
Yup, ****
That's your ass, ****
LueWaddup
[Verse 1]
Why you talkin' like you with it, boy? I know that you a phony
You claimin' that you real, then you gonna have to show me
Never been a bitch, and I put that on my homies
And I been about my shit, ain't nobody ever ho me
I remember I was makin' plays by my lonely
When I was just a youngin' tryna ball like I'm Kobe
You was in the stands, I was really goin' OT
Big Brodie keep a 40 like he addicted to the OE
I've been makin' plays, but I keep that shit lowkey
I don't take a loss if you lane switch on me
You can talk shit but yo' main bitch blow me
And I know it make you mad that yo' main bitch know me
I ain't with the games, bitch, you know that I don't play those
Actin' hella hard but he soft like Play-Doh
I been sippin' lean, you been sippin' on that Karo
I'm a muhfuckin' mack to these hoes like Sayso
Aye, who you foolin', why you lie for?
You ain't never heard a chop sing like a high note
If you sneak dissin' on the MOB, you get fired on
Make that bitch ring like a muhfuckin' iPhone
[Verse 2]
Aye, bitch, where yo' mans at?
Prolly somewhere hatin' 'cause we win and they can't stand that
****, and I got yo' bitch bringin' chicken in
I'm a cutthroat, you **** sweet like cinnamon
Bitch, I can fuck you and yo' best friend
Hit it from the back, she say, "Damn!", like Kendrick
All my **** slidin', I ain't talkin' bout electric
Big Glock, ****, shit can get hectic
Aye, fuck a bitch, I'ma marry guap
I can't trust shit these hoes tell like the Marriott
Do we lack? Fuck no, bitch, we carry Glocks
Gas pack, magic in the wood, call it Harry Pott'
And it's MOB x CG hittin' big stains
Fat 'Woods, in love with Mary Jane, bitch, I'm Rick James
Young Thug like that **** from the Rich Gang
Strip teasin', leave a **** with some shit stains, bitch!
[Verse 3]
Real MOB ****, all black the apparel
And I don't do the talkin', pussy, come talk to the barrel
All my **** ain't for nothing, we 'bout it for real
So let a **** disrespect and he bound to get peeled
That **** Bucks about to cut, bitch, you better get back
'Cause if he creepin' on yo' ass, then you know it's a wrap
They all talk, pussy **** be focused on rap
Meanwhile, the MOB up in them streets really uppin' them stacks
I heard yo' **** turned snitch, what a fuckin' disgrace
Gave me a even better reason to get **** erased
I got **** that'll get you gone without leavin' a trace
Watch what you say, spittin' on the MOB is the biggest mistake
I like how **** love to talk but ain't sayin' a thing
You come thru flexin' over here, bet we snaggin' them chains
We quick to peel a **** back if he funkin' with gang
We Call of Duty **** blocks if they think it's a game
I got some killas from the Bay and them **** go manii
I got some eses really loco, they really go brazy
MOB, bitch, we known to give **** the blues
So disrespect, we leave yo' momma cryin' on the News
Written by: MemoTheMafioso
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