Let It Sing Lyrics by Kevin Gates
[Intro]
Nigga won’t tell me, talking ’bout some
You twenty percent more in it “who’s that?”
Nigga you control the wheel there
[Hook/Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa going bada-boom, Yappa going bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa going bada-boom, Yappa going bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
[Verse 1]
Sip out the canister, rolling up cannabis
I’m not permitted to cross into Canada
Fired my manager, Robert Horry in the game
Switch place, story stay the same
Bail came in the mail, bust it down, you would think I’m Tory Lanez
Broke praying for a whole thang, shot the tecs and a load came
Flex on ’em like I’m Billy, bought a new hip, then told her “hit me”
Tryna get next to me like I’m Tristan, you think I’m really ’bout to let you get me?
You think I’m really ’bout to let you bill it?
You think you really ‘posed to get a Bentley?
All you do is stalk other ho’s pages, you cannot afford a payment on a Civic
Keep it professional when you DM me
You know your sister be all in my business, copying everything that I delivered
See ’em, see ’em, fighting with Dreka
We cannot do this in front of the children
Dive in her shit, she gon’ go get a pistol, know this so crazy, probably wanna kill me
How could you leave me?
[Hook/Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa going bada-boom, Yappa going bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa going bada-boom, Yappa going bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
[Verse 2]
Cooking up, let me do what I want, gold Rollie, touch, Cutter gon’ launch
In Cali, just call me an ally, you tell me the addi and daddy gon’ punch
Crunch time, gotta count in the clutch, bust down, not the ho with the blunt
Breaking open a pipe, pouring dope in the cup, partner bought it, ’bout to open it up
Big Body, doors opening up, big Jaimaican unloading the truck
Big weight ’bout to go in the trunk, bad bitch, give me brain in the trunk
Just jugg, four M in a month, two-fifty book a show, I’ma come
Capping like they got more than us, matter of fact, I just ordered up
Shoplifting, they recorded us, ‘member back on the motorbus
I could remember you treating me shitty back then ’cause I wasn’t important enough
Straight from the back, how I’m gripping the bitch, throwing dick in her kidney, she balling up
In the mirror I glisten’, the button ignition, the engine go R-A-H, when I start it up
[Hook/Chorus]
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Flexed up, Billy Jean, yes-uh, everything
She don’t trust a nigga, nigga I don’t trust a wedding ring
Yappa going bada-boom, Yappa going bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
Yappa going bada-boom, Yappa going bada-bing
Ray Charles, I can’t see, Aretha Franklin, let it sing
[Outro]
Ay, forgive me if I’m not energetic and hunky dory around this bitch, when I got a motherfucking GPS monitor strapped to my leg. When I got a motherfucking P.O. telling me I can go travel to spend money, but I can’t travel to make money. You know, forgive me for not being enthusiastic, you heard me? When I got these fucking dick suckers on my motherfucking back 24 hours a day, playing wit’ me, you heard me? And now you fucking playing wit’ me
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