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Young Thug - Let It All Work Out Lyrics
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[ Featuring Sampha ]

Aye, how many hoes you bout to f*ck, fool? Twelve
(We got London On Da Track) Hey
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out, aye
Let it all work out
Let it all work out

1991, Big Duck had a nigga named Lil Jeff
Started from the bottom, now a nigga so high, you gotta watch your damn step
Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond's water like it knew Michael Phelps
Every time I get a shape-up
I give 'em Jacksons like niggas was Michael Che (woo)
Nut by myself, hut by myself (what?)
Fight break off in the chain gang, they ain't getting cut by myself
Nigga same thing, nigga bang bang, I did a lot of things for this wealth
Yeah, what's left? (what's left?)
Calculator living, now she f*ck me on the steps
50k a show, I pray to God I don't get killed
Plus she pray to God I don't get killed cause she need help
[?] in my belt (ooh, ooh)
Nigga, how the hell you gon' throw the profit?
My old school own diamonds, [?]
Nigga, nigga let 'em have it
How many, how many, how many girls
So many years without Tampax Pearls
But you forgot to train your lil' girl
Let, let this shit work out

Hey, let this shit work out
(Let it all work out)
Oh, let this shit work out
(Let it all work out)
Hey, let it all work out, out
Let it all work out, out, out, out, out
Let it all work out, out, out, out, out
Out out, out out, out out, out out
(Let it all work out)
(Let it all work out)
Let it work out, work out

Aye
God, this bitch, wanna f*ck, Thug, swag
Hunnids bagged up, up, up
Pass that clique, I'ma meet her like a damn ticket (ticket)
Feed my dick, word for brick, I'm the highest hippie (hippie)
House blacked out, red opps, don't get caught (caught)
F*ck a [?], iced out Rollie, I ain't gon' sugarcoat it
Let, let, let, let, let it all work out
I'm a junkie, I spend racks like a cash cow
Bih, bitch I control everything from the couch
I done served this bitch so much dick, she don't know how to walk

Let it all work out, let it all work out (hey)
Let it all work out, (hey) let it all work out (know what I'm sayin',nigga?)
Let it all work out, let it all work out (let it work, hey, let it work)
(Let it all work out, let it all work out)
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out

We got London On Da Track
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Aye, how many hoes you bout to f*ck, fool? Twelve
(We got London On Da Track) Hey
Let it all work out
Let it all work out
Let it all work out, aye
Let it all work out
Let it all work out

1991, Big Duck had a nigga named Lil Jeff
Started from the bottom, now a nigga so high, you gotta watch your damn step
Never wore fake gold, nigga, diamond's water like it knew Michael Phelps
Every time I get a shape-up
I give 'em Jacksons like niggas was Michael Che (woo)
Nut by myself, hut by myself (what?)
Fight break off in the chain gang, they ain't getting cut by myself
Nigga same thing, nigga bang bang, I did a lot of things for this wealth
Yeah, what's left? (what's left?)
Calculator living, now she f*ck me on the steps
50k a show, I pray to God I don't get killed
Plus she pray to God I don't get killed cause she need help
[?] in my belt (ooh, ooh)
Nigga, how the hell you gon' throw the profit?
My old school own diamonds, [?]
Nigga, nigga let 'em have it
How many, how many, how many girls
So many years without Tampax Pearls
But you forgot to train your lil' girl
Let, let this shit work out

Hey, let this shit work out
(Let it all work out)
Oh, let this shit work out
(Let it all work out)
Hey, let it all work out, out
Let it all work out, out, out, out, out
Let it all work out, out, out, out, out
Out out, out out, out out, out out
(Let it all work out)
(Let it all work out)
Let it work out, work out

Aye
God, this bitch, wanna f*ck, Thug, swag
Hunnids bagged up, up, up
Pass that clique, I'ma meet her like a damn ticket (ticket)
Feed my dick, word for brick, I'm the highest hippie (hippie)
House blacked out, red opps, don't get caught (caught)
F*ck a [?], iced out Rollie, I ain't gon' sugarcoat it
Let, let, let, let, let it all work out
I'm a junkie, I spend racks like a cash cow
Bih, bitch I control everything from the couch
I done served this bitch so much dick, she don't know how to walk

Let it all work out, let it all work out (hey)
Let it all work out, (hey) let it all work out (know what I'm sayin',nigga?)
Let it all work out, let it all work out (let it work, hey, let it work)
(Let it all work out, let it all work out)
Let it all work out, let it all work out
Let it all work out

We got London On Da Track
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Writer: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Sampha Lahai Sisay
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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