Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out (Remix)

This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta homeboy

Let me find out niggas still hating on the low
And their whole life savings I get paid for a
Their re-up, that's my
My sneakers, there they house
Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to to 'em
Small town, big money, baby I make moves
They say Doe B is like T-Pain without the auto-tune
Bring out the boom
I'mma sandman these
Give you 2 thumbs
Boy, swag ain't official
Let me find out them fake
Let me find out fake Louis
Let me find out your baby is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me find out you juug and I come through like, "Aye buddy
You 25, just trapping?"
Let me find out you straight
Taylor Gang, straight
Hustle Gang it is, pimping?
Got so many white friends I bring 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' it, you fouled out
You got a mouth, you'll get 2 shots
Nigga and one with my
Nigga talk about but that's something
You ain't never had your on
Got folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm &
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 at the plug
I'mma, young nigga
You this ho, better come get her
We don't your bitch man
We just have fun with her
Okay let me find out you channeled it
Ridin' around just saving hoes
Nigga she ain't all yours, we the bitch
But let me out
She your baby though

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

Let me find out, J's your girl's favorite rapper
I'mma her all night and I'mma give her back after
I ain't hand cuffing these like shackles
For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay
Trippy Man, fuck you pay me, I come play Tom Brady
Kush is my medication, ride like Ronald Reagan
Pussy niggas need to stop hating my sick like cancer patients
Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes I'm ice skating
My last must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy
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 tree my belt buckle mistletoe
Who stands with wife?
She just spent the
With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her
Like the bitch was shooting
Juicy J, I got money
I got 1998 song
Bitch that Patron for me
I rock shows, boy I'm stone

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