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Let It Go Video (MV)




Performed By: Lorii Woods
Language: English
Length: 3:09
Written by: Brandon Clarke




Lorii Woods - Let It Go Lyrics




Thought a nigga had the answers
I really did though
Trynna water down my pain
Kinda like a window
Had a nigga at attention
On my 10-4
Whipped a pie and now my slice gone
Like its Kimbo
What I want is the same as what I gotta do
How you stay in my lane but never hit the road
Thought you caught me with my pants down
And caught a mouthful
They ain't saying that I can't blow
Just little doubtful
Niggas
Trynna catch a flame by the candle side
Niggas
Cropped up out the frame like they camera shy
Niggas
Jackin they're the answers to my problems
If I want it then they got it
They must take me as a simple guy
Niggas
Sleeping on the wrist game whippin
Stay in the kitchen
Talent raw but the sauce different
The stove is on
Don't touch it the heat is high
I cook it then get it gone
Im feeding this need of mine
I'm charged up

Make a toast
Got a seat at my table you getting love
No need for pretending when bread involved
If a check's all you see then pack it up
If I love it when it leaves I Let It Go
Let It Go
Let It Go
Let It Go

They be saying they believe in me
They would put the city and the keys in me
Big boy out the yard
Imma problem but I come peacefully
Something bout em different they hearing
But they don't see in me
My nigga you ain't looking hard
You been walking with your head held high
But your eyes wide shut
Cause the Air from the wave
Got your ears blocked up
That's all
I ain't finna sweat you
You ain't adding pressure
Nah
Winning if I let you
I don't really get involved
Two times for my niggas on the two-line
Niggas bus It like its lunch time
For my city one time
From the three on the one-nine
We get it all
In the city where I found the big boss a lil Meech
Trynna rep the city in big shoes with lil feet
I know you love it
Empty plate like just keep it coming
But y'all be frontin
Brush the shit off act like it's nothing

Make a toast
Got a seat at my table you getting love
No need for pretending when bread involved
If a check's all you see then
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Thought a nigga had the answers
I really did though
Trynna water down my pain
Kinda like a window
Had a nigga at attention
On my 10-4
Whipped a pie and now my slice gone
Like its Kimbo
What I want is the same as what I gotta do
How you stay in my lane but never hit the road
Thought you caught me with my pants down
And caught a mouthful
They ain't saying that I can't blow
Just little doubtful
Niggas
Trynna catch a flame by the candle side
Niggas
Cropped up out the frame like they camera shy
Niggas
Jackin they're the answers to my problems
If I want it then they got it
They must take me as a simple guy
Niggas
Sleeping on the wrist game whippin
Stay in the kitchen
Talent raw but the sauce different
The stove is on
Don't touch it the heat is high
I cook it then get it gone
Im feeding this need of mine
I'm charged up

Make a toast
Got a seat at my table you getting love
No need for pretending when bread involved
If a check's all you see then pack it up
If I love it when it leaves I Let It Go
Let It Go
Let It Go
Let It Go

They be saying they believe in me
They would put the city and the keys in me
Big boy out the yard
Imma problem but I come peacefully
Something bout em different they hearing
But they don't see in me
My nigga you ain't looking hard
You been walking with your head held high
But your eyes wide shut
Cause the Air from the wave
Got your ears blocked up
That's all
I ain't finna sweat you
You ain't adding pressure
Nah
Winning if I let you
I don't really get involved
Two times for my niggas on the two-line
Niggas bus It like its lunch time
For my city one time
From the three on the one-nine
We get it all
In the city where I found the big boss a lil Meech
Trynna rep the city in big shoes with lil feet
I know you love it
Empty plate like just keep it coming
But y'all be frontin
Brush the shit off act like it's nothing

Make a toast
Got a seat at my table you getting love
No need for pretending when bread involved
If a check's all you see then
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Brandon Clarke
Copyright: Lyrics © JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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