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let him go (feat. kamillion) - saucy santana lyrics

uh, no (hahaha)
it’s trax season bruh

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me (play me)
boy, i held you down, goin’ round for round
now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady
let that n*gga, go let that n*gga go (yeah)
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there (over there)
i had you once, don’t want you twice
f*ck n*gga, i ain’t finna share so i’m tellin’ you to

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me
boy, i held you down now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there
i had you once, don’t want you twice
double back? b*tch, i wouldn’t dare

tired ass n*gga, don’t treat a b*tch like he could
in and outta jail holdin’ him down like i should
got a tad bit of freedom, now you ready to slang wood
can’t be caught up in your mix ’cause this p*ssy too good (nah)
sneakin’ and geekin’, got you ridin’ past my mama house
used to be a trapper, now the f*ck n*gga in a drought
i became a rapper, f*ckin’ with a lame
your baby mama hate me, that’s a godd*mn shame

got your side b*tch feelin’ special, swervin’ in my lane
n*ggas lie to both sides, that’s just a part of the game (liar)
your mama don’t like me but you love me (mm)
got a b*tch stressin’ out, bubble bath, sippin’ bubbly
in the beginning, the sh*t was all lovely
now i’m last place, you put them stupid hoes above me
the n*ggas wanna f*ck but can’t never get no p*ssy (nope)
coulda been a winner but you’d rather be a rookie

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go (that n*gga go)
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me (play me)
boy, i held you down, goin’ round for round
now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady
let that n*gga, go let that n*gga go (yeah)
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there (over there)
i had you once, don’t want you twice
f*ck n*gga, i ain’t finna share so i’m tellin’ you to

you be actin’ like i’m your property
ain’t no remote, ain’t no controllin’ me
you did donuts round my heart and left a hole in me
f*ck n*gga, now you wanna try consoling me?
you gon’ get on your knees till they bl**dy red
i ain’t got no talk for you, boy, that sh*t dead
then i think about you and that good head
gotta think about my heart instead

call tyrone, tell him pick his mans up, get your bands up
takin’ care of a n*gga, that ain’t what i planned for
don’t want a n*gga who gon’ take me out my body
i don’t want him if he f*ckin’ everybody
see a n*gga gon’ do what he wanna do (yeah)
type b*tch like me, i’ma do that too (too)
now you lookin’ sad, too bad
know this p*ssy was the best you ever had

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go (that n*gga go)
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me (play me)
boy, i held you down, goin’ round for round
now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there (over there)
i had you once, don’t want you twice
f*ck n*gga, i ain’t finna share so i’m tellin’ you to

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me
boy, i held you down
now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there
i had you once, don’t want you twice
double back? b*tch, i wouldn’t dare

girl, these n*ggas need a house and a home
i got my own sh*t, i could do better on my own
ain’t no cryin’ in no house to no sad ass song
i’m in the club, p*ssy poppin’, takin’ shots of patron
ya mama be down with all your b*tches (yup)
but when you’re f*ckin’ on a ho she don’t wanna be a witness
don’t want a hot pocket n*gga burnin’ and itchin’
free game to the world, man, y’all hoes better listen

coulda trapped your house out, cookin’ dope in your kitchen
he done f*cked the whole club, girl, your man steady trickin’
don’t be beefin’ with no b*tches ’cause these b*tches love clout
ain’t finna put up wit’ yo’ kids, tell a b*st*rd watch they mouth
rule number one, his family ain’t your fam (yeah)
rule number two, baby, a man gon’ be a man (nah)
rule number three, run the pockets, not your mouth
that’s all folks, comin’ from the trillest b*tches of the south

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me (play me)
boy, i held you down, goin’ round for round
now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady
let that n*gga, go let that n*gga go
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there (over there)
i had you once, don’t want you twice
f*ck n*gga, i ain’t finna share so i’m tellin’ you to

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
f*ck n*gga, you ain’t finna play me
boy, i held you down
now a n*gga wanna get to actin’ shady

let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go, let that n*gga go
tell your bm, keep the pressure over there
i had you once, don’t want you twice
double back? b*tch, i wouldn’t dare

let that n*gga go
let that n*gga go
i said let that, let that n*gga go
i said let, let that n*gga go
mm, n*gga go
i said let that n*gga go, i said

- saucy santana lyrics

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