Just Gon’ Get Let Down

(Froziin)
(Cryko)

Alright, girl, let's get to it
I'll take you somewhere that you ain't been
Pullin' up, until I hop in CLA Benz
Cut her off, if the bitch tryna make friends
I know that lil' boy ain't gettin' money, so I'ma just rock out with fifty bands
And give the boy ten bands, tell his ass "Boss up"
She know I'm ballin', so a nigga got crossed up

She know I'm on it, so the bitch wanna make love
I'm too high too say, "It don't be real"
She want me, I got a sex appeal
And the sex don't kill like the pills will
I don't ever cry so think I won't feel
Say, "I won't feel" but it feels so real
She'll treat me like I ain't in the field

Alright, girl, let's get to it
I'll take you somewhere that you ain't been
Pullin' up, until I hop in CLA Benz
Cut her off, if the bitch tryna make friends
I know that lil' boy ain't gettin' money, so I'ma just rock out with fifty bands
And give the boy ten bands, tell his ass boss up
She know I'm ballin', so a nigga got crossed up



Credits
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Rubens Cezar Dos Santos Netto, Levi Scott Platts, Gabriel Imlas
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