MemoTheMafioso, Sethii Shmactt , E. Corleone - Let ’Em Have It lyrics
[MemoTheMafioso, Sethii Shmactt , E. Corleone - Let ’Em Have It lyrics]
Let them niggas have it, bro ready?
Yup, nigga that's your ass, nigga
(LueWaddup)
Why you talkin’ like you wit 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 hoe 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 wit 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 mufuckin mack to these hoes like Sayso
Aye, who you foolin' why you lie fo?
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 mufuckin iPhone
Aye, bitch where yo' mans at?
Prolly somewhere hatin' cause we win
And they can't stand that
Nigga, and I got yo'
Bitch bringin' chicken in i'm a cutthroat
You niggas sweet like cinnamon
Bitch I can fuck you and yo' best friend
Hit it from the back she
Say "Damn!" like Kendrick
All my niggas slidin' I
Ain't talkin' bout electric
Big Glock, nigga shit can get hectic
Aye, fuck a bitch Ima 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 nigga from the Rich Gang
Strip teasin'
Leave a nigga with some shit stains bitch!
Real MOB nigga, all black the apparel
And I don't do the talkin' pussy
Come talk to the barrel
All my niggas ain't for nothing
We 'bout it for real
So let a nigga disrespect and
He bound to get peeled
That nigga 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 niggas be focused on rap
Meanwhile the MOB up in them
Streets really uppin them stacks
I heard yo' nigga turned snitch
What a fuckin' disgrace
Gave me a even better reason
To get niggas erased
I got niggas that'll get you
Gone without leavin' a trace
Watch what you say spittin' on the
MOB it's the the biggest mistake
I like how niggas 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 nigga back
If he funkin with gang
We Call of Duty niggas blocks if
They think it's a game
I got some killas from the Bay
And them niggas go manii
I got some Eses really loco
They really go brazy
MOB bitch we known to give niggas the blues
So disrespect we leave yo' momma
Cryin' on the News
Yup, nigga that's your ass, nigga
(LueWaddup)
Why you talkin’ like you wit 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 hoe 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 wit 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 mufuckin mack to these hoes like Sayso
Aye, who you foolin' why you lie fo?
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 mufuckin iPhone
Aye, bitch where yo' mans at?
Prolly somewhere hatin' cause we win
And they can't stand that
Nigga, and I got yo'
Bitch bringin' chicken in i'm a cutthroat
You niggas sweet like cinnamon
Bitch I can fuck you and yo' best friend
Hit it from the back she
Say "Damn!" like Kendrick
All my niggas slidin' I
Ain't talkin' bout electric
Big Glock, nigga shit can get hectic
Aye, fuck a bitch Ima 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 nigga from the Rich Gang
Strip teasin'
Leave a nigga with some shit stains bitch!
Real MOB nigga, all black the apparel
And I don't do the talkin' pussy
Come talk to the barrel
All my niggas ain't for nothing
We 'bout it for real
So let a nigga disrespect and
He bound to get peeled
That nigga 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 niggas be focused on rap
Meanwhile the MOB up in them
Streets really uppin them stacks
I heard yo' nigga turned snitch
What a fuckin' disgrace
Gave me a even better reason
To get niggas erased
I got niggas that'll get you
Gone without leavin' a trace
Watch what you say spittin' on the
MOB it's the the biggest mistake
I like how niggas 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 nigga back
If he funkin with gang
We Call of Duty niggas blocks if
They think it's a game
I got some killas from the Bay
And them niggas go manii
I got some Eses really loco
They really go brazy
MOB bitch we known to give niggas the blues
So disrespect we leave yo' momma
Cryin' on the News