Got to let it go
Got to let her go
You aint gotta hoe
(You) aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
You a f*cking joke
Man, she told me so
Oh you aint know
She's be kinda cold
Why you be like that?
I dont really know what you mean, man, why you feel like that?
Let me run this back
I dont wanna front but I be up inside her gut
Til I bust my nut
That deep stroke
F*cked your bitch slow
Free X Bro
Imma go
All up in her throat
All up in her throat
Scapegoat copout
You're my black cat self doubt
Im that asshole talked bout
When your friends see youre down
Im your upper
Mother f*cker
The one that dont need a rubber
The one that can no longer suffers
The one that can make her stutter
Mean shes drowning in the water
And I'm far from Christ to daughters
I been shedding pride and honor
And displace that as my armor
I think
That war be creeping on my shoulder, ay
That you should gohead and pull up with all your soldiers ay
You diaper wearing tantrum throwing pussy whining bitch
I ain't go no time to be anything but a savage
Shit
Got to let it go
Got to let it go
You aint got no hoe
You aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
Ya, she told me so
Oh you aint know
Cold to see things
I believe to be
Meant on TV screens
As reality
F*cking paradox
Character and plot
All be shit
That we done thought up
Tired of wasting my efforts
And following all my mistakes as endeavours
I never seem to choose the lessor of evils
Cause I love the passion in people
The terror in freedom
Mentality frequent
Frequency that of f*cking demons
I mean well but still be in hell
And I see god but still be dog
In the same spot
Man, I run the block
I hit track
With a pound of pot
Made this rap
Without a brick or rock
And it still bangs like I shot a cop
I think
That war be creeping on my shoulder, ay
That you should gohead and pull up with all your soldiers ay
You diaper wearing tantrum throwing pussy whining bitch
I ain't go no time to be anything but a savage
Shit
Got to let it go
Got to let it go
You aint got no hoe
You aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
Ya, she told me so
Oh you aint know
Slange - Let It Go (Rage) Lyrics
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Got to let it go
Got to let her go
You aint gotta hoe
(You) aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
You a f*cking joke
Man, she told me so
Oh you aint know
She's be kinda cold
Why you be like that?
I dont really know what you mean, man, why you feel like that?
Let me run this back
I dont wanna front but I be up inside her gut
Til I bust my nut
That deep stroke
F*cked your bitch slow
Free X Bro
Imma go
All up in her throat
All up in her throat
Scapegoat copout
You're my black cat self doubt
Im that asshole talked bout
When your friends see youre down
Im your upper
Mother f*cker
The one that dont need a rubber
The one that can no longer suffers
The one that can make her stutter
Mean shes drowning in the water
And I'm far from Christ to daughters
I been shedding pride and honor
And displace that as my armor
I think
That war be creeping on my shoulder, ay
That you should gohead and pull up with all your soldiers ay
You diaper wearing tantrum throwing pussy whining bitch
I ain't go no time to be anything but a savage
Shit
Got to let it go
Got to let it go
You aint got no hoe
You aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
Ya, she told me so
Oh you aint know
Cold to see things
I believe to be
Meant on TV screens
As reality
F*cking paradox
Character and plot
All be shit
That we done thought up
Tired of wasting my efforts
And following all my mistakes as endeavours
I never seem to choose the lessor of evils
Cause I love the passion in people
The terror in freedom
Mentality frequent
Frequency that of f*cking demons
I mean well but still be in hell
And I see god but still be dog
In the same spot
Man, I run the block
I hit track
With a pound of pot
Made this rap
Without a brick or rock
And it still bangs like I shot a cop
I think
That war be creeping on my shoulder, ay
That you should gohead and pull up with all your soldiers ay
You diaper wearing tantrum throwing pussy whining bitch
I ain't go no time to be anything but a savage
Shit
Got to let it go
Got to let it go
You aint got no hoe
You aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
Ya, she told me so
Oh you aint know
Got to let her go
You aint gotta hoe
(You) aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
You a f*cking joke
Man, she told me so
Oh you aint know
She's be kinda cold
Why you be like that?
I dont really know what you mean, man, why you feel like that?
Let me run this back
I dont wanna front but I be up inside her gut
Til I bust my nut
That deep stroke
F*cked your bitch slow
Free X Bro
Imma go
All up in her throat
All up in her throat
Scapegoat copout
You're my black cat self doubt
Im that asshole talked bout
When your friends see youre down
Im your upper
Mother f*cker
The one that dont need a rubber
The one that can no longer suffers
The one that can make her stutter
Mean shes drowning in the water
And I'm far from Christ to daughters
I been shedding pride and honor
And displace that as my armor
I think
That war be creeping on my shoulder, ay
That you should gohead and pull up with all your soldiers ay
You diaper wearing tantrum throwing pussy whining bitch
I ain't go no time to be anything but a savage
Shit
Got to let it go
Got to let it go
You aint got no hoe
You aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
Ya, she told me so
Oh you aint know
Cold to see things
I believe to be
Meant on TV screens
As reality
F*cking paradox
Character and plot
All be shit
That we done thought up
Tired of wasting my efforts
And following all my mistakes as endeavours
I never seem to choose the lessor of evils
Cause I love the passion in people
The terror in freedom
Mentality frequent
Frequency that of f*cking demons
I mean well but still be in hell
And I see god but still be dog
In the same spot
Man, I run the block
I hit track
With a pound of pot
Made this rap
Without a brick or rock
And it still bangs like I shot a cop
I think
That war be creeping on my shoulder, ay
That you should gohead and pull up with all your soldiers ay
You diaper wearing tantrum throwing pussy whining bitch
I ain't go no time to be anything but a savage
Shit
Got to let it go
Got to let it go
You aint got no hoe
You aint gotta pole
Man I fill her soul
You a f*cking joke
Ya, she told me so
Oh you aint know
Writer: Jacob Schlanger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid