Let Cha
Say ain't no pressure
Can't worry bout them cause
They too extra
Yal really too small
I ain't gon press ya
I'll never trust cause you try cross me
And ain gon let cha
Say ain gon let cha
Naw
Y'all too extra
Ain tryna talk no time for lectures
Naw
Ain gon let cha
You try cross me
Ain gon
They got ulterior motive
Just a gut feeling
I know I'm not bloated
I work to hard to get my piece of pie
But ain't shit sweet
I won't suger coat it
I'm making moves
They hate on the motion
Creeping
But she be loud when I stroke it
Ludacris
How she disturbing the peace
Then the neighbors come knocking
Like what's the commotion
Johnny cage how I kick it
One way then they switch it
They say they love ya
Then act like they hate cha
Tell me what's wit all this
Contradiction
It's hard to keep it optimistic
Won't let em make me a statistic
The ones who really be close
Really ain't real let's be realistic
They never kicking the facts
I tried to tell em relax
They losing they mind for the racks
When you broke
They don't know you
When you up they attached
They want what they lack
Go ahead call my phone
No money I'm not calling back
Tryna make me lose my train of
Thought
You can't get me off track
Say ain't no pressure
Can't worry bout them cause
They too extra
Yal really too small
I ain't gon press ya
I'll never trust cause you try cross me
And ain gon let cha
Say ain gon let cha
Naw
Y'all too extra
Ain tryna talk no time for lectures
Naw
Ain gon let cha
You try cross me
Ain gon
Can't worry bout them cause
They too extra
Yal really too small
I ain't gon press ya
I'll never trust cause you try cross me
And ain gon let cha
Say ain gon let cha
Naw
Y'all too extra
Ain tryna talk no time for lectures
Naw
Ain gon let cha
You try cross me
Ain gon
They got ulterior motive
Just a gut feeling
I know I'm not bloated
I work to hard to get my piece of pie
But ain't shit sweet
I won't suger coat it
I'm making moves
They hate on the motion
Creeping
But she be loud when I stroke it
Ludacris
How she disturbing the peace
Then the neighbors come knocking
Like what's the commotion
Johnny cage how I kick it
One way then they switch it
They say they love ya
Then act like they hate cha
Tell me what's wit all this
Contradiction
It's hard to keep it optimistic
Won't let em make me a statistic
The ones who really be close
Really ain't real let's be realistic
They never kicking the facts
I tried to tell em relax
They losing they mind for the racks
When you broke
They don't know you
When you up they attached
They want what they lack
Go ahead call my phone
No money I'm not calling back
Tryna make me lose my train of
Thought
You can't get me off track
Say ain't no pressure
Can't worry bout them cause
They too extra
Yal really too small
I ain't gon press ya
I'll never trust cause you try cross me
And ain gon let cha
Say ain gon let cha
Naw
Y'all too extra
Ain tryna talk no time for lectures
Naw
Ain gon let cha
You try cross me
Ain gon
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Writer(s): Kavius Haley
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