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Let me go Let me go, and I will want you "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go, let me go
Traduction: Cake. Let Me Go.
said Let me go Let me go, and I will want you "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said "Let me go," she said Let me go, let me go
are blackbirds, riding with they Dillingers I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough This is La Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me
't want to let you go But it hurts my hands to hold the rope I won't be such an easy mark You're no better then they say And all the candles on the cake
These pimps just better have a gothic for me I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
em what that means (yeah) [Chorus 1 - Paul Cain] I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it - fuck you Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya - fuck
Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry Mary But all them long stairs/stares ain't necessary, hear me? Cannon with me
defense... And I'm a show 'em what that means... I know these niggas hoped I wouldn't make it fuck you The hatred only made me wanna cake it fuck you
what they hit for Play the bar nigga, we dont disco Grown ass man don't harlem shake Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make Take the cake from
them now youve got hit em back ! no more eatin no more eatin for them now hit the road jack you've gotta hit em back you go pow they go ow
in it Gaurantee you gon hear me way before that you see me in it (see me in it) And when you see me you still can't see me my windows tinted (windows
how to expand coke And Mr coffee Feds cost me 2 mil to get the system off me Life's a bitch But god forbid the bitch divorce me I be flooded with
not involved I don't think you hard no nigga not at all Sweetest {CAKE} from the bakery Bitch there ain't no fakin me Say it real nigga till the undertaker takin me
my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking is like breathing So
Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I'm not a hoe But instead of busting your head, I'ma go on and let you go I'ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon
