Let It Go Songtext / Lyric

Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins

This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' 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 motherfucka with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when he found him on the road

Lay a fucker 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' on things, 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

Pussy so good, need more

Let me get in those draws

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

Bitch like horse, X In Her Pores

Want more sex, all in her jaws

Molly!



Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when he found him on the road

Lay a fucker 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

(Fergie)

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 bitch 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 bitches in the crib, no drawers

She rockin' the mic with her jaws

I call that bitch Nicki Minaj



She pop more pills no cough

When shit get real she stop

Givenchy my bitches

Smoke that life till you niggas see God

Gettin' head in the foreign cars

Get the head from the foreign broads

Hasta la vista, senor

Pussy ass niggas a see Allah

(FERGIE)

Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four

Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road

Body full of bullets when they found him on the road

Lay a fucker 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

(fergie)

So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems, " platinum

(Bling, bling) LongLiveA$ap number one album in the country

(Bling blow) sold out tours, what's next?

Trap Lord

Let these motherfuckers have it

Let them know we ain't playing this year

The limb's never been so relaxed, ever

It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, no one 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