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let em have it Video (MV)




Performed By: Kollision
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Rodriquez Woods




Kollision - let em have it Lyrics




Twyst y'all niggas up Who made this beat
Twysted genius, baby
Ooh, let em have it this a bust down AP, not a paddy
Every bitch I take down gotta have a fatty She just wanna f*ck on me cause of this fashion

Hopping out the coupe like bitch wats hannin Know my niggas in the cut, wont let shit happen
Walk a nigga down, this shit get tactic Tryna run me up a gavel, I'm badly stagnant
Close case, thinkin' bout that money Boost my adrenaline, give me road rage
Dead presidents on my wrist, it got a cold face

She a vibe , i still f*ck her if she bought it or it's homemade
Shawty , slang that work like it's merch when that door swang
Got some niggas and that field' on them tiers and they don't play
Talkin' bout that wok boy, you don't sip , that ain't no label

I just went and lit up both my ears, it ain't no shade
Had to pay the hi-hi for the Zaza, this ain't low grade
Buy a large amount and I might give it to you pro-rate
Top model bitch, I'm creeping wit she pull up, no face

F*ck around and wake my savage up and snap into my old ways
Rerock ain't no clean, I can give it to em both ways
Ooh, let em have it this a bust down AP, not a paddy
Every bitch I take down gotta have a fatty She just wanna f*ck on me cause of this fashion

Hopping out the coup like bitch wats hannin
Know my niggas in the cut, won't let shit happen
Walk a nigga down, this shit get tactic
Tryna run me up a gavel, I'm badly stagnant
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Twyst y'all niggas up Who made this beat
Twysted genius, baby
Ooh, let em have it this a bust down AP, not a paddy
Every bitch I take down gotta have a fatty She just wanna f*ck on me cause of this fashion

Hopping out the coupe like bitch wats hannin Know my niggas in the cut, wont let shit happen
Walk a nigga down, this shit get tactic Tryna run me up a gavel, I'm badly stagnant
Close case, thinkin' bout that money Boost my adrenaline, give me road rage
Dead presidents on my wrist, it got a cold face

She a vibe , i still f*ck her if she bought it or it's homemade
Shawty , slang that work like it's merch when that door swang
Got some niggas and that field' on them tiers and they don't play
Talkin' bout that wok boy, you don't sip , that ain't no label

I just went and lit up both my ears, it ain't no shade
Had to pay the hi-hi for the Zaza, this ain't low grade
Buy a large amount and I might give it to you pro-rate
Top model bitch, I'm creeping wit she pull up, no face

F*ck around and wake my savage up and snap into my old ways
Rerock ain't no clean, I can give it to em both ways
Ooh, let em have it this a bust down AP, not a paddy
Every bitch I take down gotta have a fatty She just wanna f*ck on me cause of this fashion

Hopping out the coup like bitch wats hannin
Know my niggas in the cut, won't let shit happen
Walk a nigga down, this shit get tactic
Tryna run me up a gavel, I'm badly stagnant
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Writer: Rodriquez Woods
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