Let Off A Couple
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โฑ๏ธ 1:43 duration
๐ ID: 18670363
๐ Lyrics
Check it, I can make you dance, Make you lay way back
Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
I inhale, I exhale, now I'm zoning
Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
D-E-F, And I do work with these
So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
One for the beef, two for the trouble
Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
World's famous, man, forget it
Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
So don't stress me, cause I ain't tryin' to hear that trash
Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo
Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
I inhale, I exhale, now I'm zoning
Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
D-E-F, And I do work with these
So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
One for the beef, two for the trouble
Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
World's famous, man, forget it
Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
So don't stress me, cause I ain't tryin' to hear that trash
Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.43] Check it, I can make you dance, Make you lay way back
[00:22.18] Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
[00:24.31] Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
[00:27.46] The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
[00:29.85] Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
[00:33.96] Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
[00:35.22] I inhale, I exhale, now I'm zoning
[00:36.25] Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
[00:39.74] She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
[00:42.72] Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
[00:44.74] Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
[00:47.50] See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
[00:49.70] D-E-F, And I do work with these
[00:52.51] So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
[00:55.22] Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
[00:57.83] Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
[01:00.09] Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
[01:02.68] Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
[01:04.77] Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
[01:07.85] Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
[01:11.00] Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
[01:15.13] One for the beef, two for the trouble
[01:16.75] Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
[01:17.86] World's famous, man, forget it
[01:21.49] Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
[01:22.78] So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
[01:24.80] But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
[01:27.79] Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
[01:29.96] To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
[01:32.64] I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
[01:35.19] So don't stress me, cause I ain't tryin' to hear that trash
[01:37.99] Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo
[01:40.43]
[00:22.18] Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
[00:24.31] Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
[00:27.46] The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
[00:29.85] Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
[00:33.96] Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
[00:35.22] I inhale, I exhale, now I'm zoning
[00:36.25] Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
[00:39.74] She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
[00:42.72] Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
[00:44.74] Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
[00:47.50] See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
[00:49.70] D-E-F, And I do work with these
[00:52.51] So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
[00:55.22] Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
[00:57.83] Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
[01:00.09] Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
[01:02.68] Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
[01:04.77] Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
[01:07.85] Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
[01:11.00] Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
[01:15.13] One for the beef, two for the trouble
[01:16.75] Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
[01:17.86] World's famous, man, forget it
[01:21.49] Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
[01:22.78] So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
[01:24.80] But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
[01:27.79] Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
[01:29.96] To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
[01:32.64] I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
[01:35.19] So don't stress me, cause I ain't tryin' to hear that trash
[01:37.99] Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo
[01:40.43]