Let Me In lyrics
by RTB MB
[Intro]:
RTB n*gga gang
[Verse]:
Cut ties with hoes if I ain’t watch em scissor
Used to love photos with fans but I ain’t taking pictures
My head gone I just mixed the shroom juice with the liquor
Wockhardt ginger ale cream soda the perfect mixture
Got the head and the coochie from girly but I ain’t kiss her (Damn)
She made her head touch her toes this ain’t twister
My darkskin b*tch say she love me cause I make her snicker
Ain’t talking maintenance but if yo b*tch I might fix hеr
You hear me knocking?
Well lеt me in b*tch
n*ggas talking pape they just got b*tch I been rich
I just wanna be alone I don’t want yo friendship
9 n*ggas want me dead I got 10 blicks
Hit a f*ck n*gga up top when FN Switch
I’m in Seattle hitting b*tches out the park call me Ken Griff
It’s just me and Capo in the bnb with like 10 chicks
I don’t give a f*ck about dime that b*tch 10 cents
How the f*ck I gotta 6 car garage with like 10 whips
n*gga tried to slide in that C class got his Benz flipped
You want attention with all that dissing
n*gga we’ll have yo face on the news while you missing
n*ggas saw the blogs they like damn Miles you tripping
Swear I gotta 100 calls they like damn Miles in prison
They thought I lost it all they like damn Miles a victim
Got it back they like damn Miles you different
Big Dog
Don’t compare me to no regular
Got behind bars still got bad b*tches on my cellular
They trynna pray (prey) on my downfall but I been a predator
Why you mad at me cause I pop 10s it’s a sedative
I’m finna f*ck a b*tch hit another b*tch it’s repetitive
Got 5 hoes trynna tie me down they competitive
Real trench baby 5 trucks behind me im the president
She like can I get the code to yo phone I’m like Negative
Man rest in peace granny I can’t ask her for no medicine
Act up we’ll turn yo lights off Thomas Edison
I want them Ben Franks, The George Wash and the Jeffersons
I need a b*tch that don’t talk and give neck for the heck of it
Ron Artest you get smacked bout that heckling
sh*t baby lemme smack down raw we ain’t wrestling
Imma salad n*gga if it’s bout that green I’m addressing it
n*gga we 30 deep with 30 sticks on some Stephen sh*t