Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out (Remix)

This a Tennesse, Alabama, connection homeboy

Let me find out these niggas still on the low
And their whole life I get paid for a show
Their re-up, that's my
My sneakers, there they house
Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to to 'em
town, big money, baby I make boss moves
They say Doe B lane is T-Pain without the auto-tune
Bring out the boom
I'mma sandman niggas
Give you 2 thumbs
Boy, your swag ain't
Let me out them fake Guccis
Let me find out them fake
Let me find out baby mama is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me out you fake juug and I come through like, "Aye buddy
You 25, started trapping?"
Let me out you straight rookie
Taylor Gang, trippy
Hustle Gang it is, pimping?
Got so many white I bring back Tommy Hilfiger
A-T-L, let me out
Memphis Ten', let me out
M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali,

Let me out
Let me out
let me find out
Let me find, out

Let me out
Let me out
let me find out
Let me find, out

Let me out & I'm ridin' out
Got 4 no 9's out
I'm recent, timed out
I'm playin' with it, you out
You got a mouth, you'll get 2 shots
and one with my handgun
Nigga talk dough but that's something
You ain't never had hands on
Got in Alabama, they still call me Arm & Hammer
See I do it for the
Gutter, not to get the glamor
Hey who nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?
Say you
For a plug, bitch you looking at the
I'mma, young nigga
You this ho, better come get her
We don't want bitch man
We wanna have fun with her
Okay well let me find out you it
Ridin' around town just hoes
Nigga she all yours, we shared the bitch
But let me out
She havin' baby though

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me out
Let me find out (Let me find out, let me out)
Let me out
Nigga let me out (Let me find out, let me find out)
Bitch let me out

Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's rapper
I'mma fuck her all and I'mma give her back after
I ain't cuffing these hoes like shackles
For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay
Trippy Man, fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom
Kush is my medication, presidential like Ronald Reagan
niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients
Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes I'm ice skating
My last bitch must've been a chauffeur, she drove me
No key, that space age, my ignition, I done it
Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor that's trippy ho
Smoking on that Christmas my belt buckle like mistletoe
Who with your wife?
She spent the night
With my dick in her & my balls in her hand
the bitch was shooting dice
Juicy J, I got long
I got song money
Bitch pour Patron for me
I shows, boy I'm stone money

Let me find out (lemme find out you isn't who you say you is)
Let me find out (haha you nobody man)
Nigga let me out
(Lemme find out you your soul for them joint nigga)
Let me find, out
Bitch let me find out (let me find out let me out)
Let me out
Ya'll niggas might not let me out
let me find out (let me find out let me find out)
Bitch let me out (Ya'll niggas might not let me find out)