Let It Go

She feelin' me
I get her higher than the ceilin' be
A lil' moody comes with beauty
But with her booty she killin' me

She killin' me

With the booty she killin' me

She feelin' me homie let it go
(Feelin' me, she feelin' me)
Damn these bitches got me on a pedestal
(I'm at the top, at the top)
Step up in the spot lookin' incredible
(Step up in the spot lookin' good)
She feelin' me homie
Let it go
Feelin' me
Let it go

Game on (on)
Game on (on)
Got your bitch (got ya bitch)
In my maison (yeah)
I don't sleep, hit the club
When the day's gone (gone)
Got her number
In the club
With my shades on
Ha
She feelin' me (me)
Homie let it go (let it go)
Gimme' head if you don't wanna fuck bitch
Forget it hoe (forget it)
Plus she love the crew, Bunz will let it go
Or smoke with Paul Burnz (smoke)
Yeah that medical

She feelin' me homie let it go
Damn these bitches got me on a pedestal
Step up in the spot lookin' incredible
She feelin' me homie
Let it go
Yeah
Let it go

Even fucked her friend (friend)
Even fucked her twin (twin)
Her cousins want some lovin'
Where do I begin? (where)
Bring her to the club and
She in trouble G (she in trouble)
'Cause I keep the swag jumpin'
Like some double D's (it's jumpin', it's jumpin')
My logo on my clothes
She in love with these (she love it, she love it)
And she'll do it for a shirt
Plus a blunt of trees (smoke)
She feelin' me
Homie let it be (be)
These Robin Jeans man
She copped 'em on your credit G (yeah, ha)

She feelin' me homie let it go
Damn these bitches got me on a pedestal
Step up in the spot lookin' incredible
She feelin' me homie
Let it go



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Writer(s): Ian Barter, Geneva
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