Lyrics

Paimon give me a dope beat like Yuh, 1-6, yeah uh Too much in my past Anticipate for the crash First place never last, ooh Circle Ting we the glass, ooh May break but still slash, ooh Yeah we caught a body All these signs is sayin that we headed to the lotty I pack my bags and we runnin we gather like a rally Never trust a soul if they never pitch in into the tally Got the scissors on my night stand Gotta different flight plan Cut you off if you ain't really ridin you can bystand Yeah my nigga you can bystand Whole game in my right hand, yeah (yeah) I'm on a different level One place a never settle I had to look the other way so I could face my devil, yeah yeah Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Let it be, just let it be Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Let it be, just let it be I say too many times I see niggas flexing for the gram Drivin a shit whip and got a pistol in his hand But he never down to rumble when a grown man stand Never caught a case to feel it but you still gon catch these hands yuh Count it up Whole team we runnin the field yuh Bless it up Culture we takin a kneel yuh All this glow has got a different type of feelin 1-6 has got the sound that they been feindin 16 got them out here fiendin 1-6 has got the sound that they been needin We ride around leave em broke neck creepin This type a wave gon flow no matter what the season Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Let it be, just let it be Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Alright alright alright yah Let it be, just let it be
Writer(s): Tyler Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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