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letra de gotta let it go - dna tru lyricist

[intro]
yeah

[verse 1]
you dumb b-tch
you be talking to the king of the jungle, looking up at my cliff
tryna climb my wall? you’re for sure to fall, you’ll be the first to get your nails clipped
b-tch, sit like the b-tch you are, tryna claim i’m a dog? well you the female vеrsion
say you wanna talk over the phone, but you 90% of thе convo, and i can’t even get a word in
old scatterbrain, can’t obtain a point to get it across, but you claim you got it all figured out
“yeah, i may be nine years younger but i’ll take your wisdom and i’ll turn that sh-t the f-ck out”
but i still resume to do it through the lyricism, bringing your ass into my temple of doom
’cause i don’t want to end up in prison for hopping on my bike and showing up at your door with that cl!ck-cl!ck-boom
i’m a soldier, but i don’t wanna feel pain no more
but i still step on that battle field, ready for war, it ain’t a game no more
it ain’t like call of duty when i got that flamethrower, burning ’em up, better hit the deck and lay low
plus, i found it doesn’t matter how much you try to change for the better when you’re dealing with the same ho

[hook]
i don’t really wanna do it, but i gotta let it go (gotta let it go, yeah)
’cause if i hold on any longer, i’ma murder me a ho for sure (ho for sure, yeah)
i used to put up with that sly sh-t they slid in when they bump their gums (bump their gums)
but now i’ve come to my senses, if you open up your mouth – you done (mouth – you done)
[verse 2]
903 representor, i’m k!lling it for the south, now what you know about me?
what you know about the time i put in to be a better man? b-tch, don’t doubt me
’cause i shoot for the stars, and i’ma hit every last one of them until i’m the last star in the sky
and through all my trials and tribulations, i found out that it ain’t really that hard to fly
so i continue to soar, like david and goliath – i’ma take that sword from the giant
and i’ma slinging a slingshot of lyrics your size, so don’t fear it, wanna k!ll me? don’t try
’cause i am a standalone lone wolf army
and i don’t be giving a f-ck about the competition and all of their weaks attempts to disarm me
’cause i’m only a whole ‘nother level, taking it back to the visual days, got a bone to pick
with the devil of the ripgutology 3, sick, come follow a g’s spit in parliamentary hits
i’ll probably get to the point to where i’m making ’em all get my point
i get my point across like a point guard’s point-blank range crossover
but i never cross to the fake side, stay on that real side

[outro]
you dumb b-tch

- dna tru lyricist

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