Doe B - Let Me Find Out (Remix) lyrics

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Doe B - Let Me Find Out (Remix) lyrics

This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy Let me find out these n***as still hating on the low And their whole life savings I get paid for a show Their re-up, that's my walk-through My sneakers, there they house note Think I need a whole thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em Small town, big money, baby I make boss moves They say Doe B lane is like T-Pain without the auto-tune Bring out the Apollo boom I'mma sandman these n***as Give you 2 thumbs down Boy, your swag ain't official Let me find out them fake Guccis Let me find out them fake Louis Let me find out your baby mama is a man-eater, she ate my children Let me find out you fake juug and I come through like, "Aye buddy You 25, just started trapping?" Let me find out you straight rookie Taylor Gang, straight trippy Hustle Gang what it is, pimping? Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy Hilfiger A-T-L, let me find out Memphis Ten', let me find out M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town Let me find out Let me find out n***a let me find out Let me find, out Let me find out Let me find out n***a let me find out Let me find, out Let me find out & I'm ridin' out Got 4 choppers no 9's out I'm recent, you're timed out I'm playin' with it, you fouled out You got a foul mouth, you'll get 2 shots n***a and one with my handgun n***a talk about dough but that's something You ain't never had your hands on Got folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm & Hammer See I do it for the Gutter, not just to get the glamor Hey who that n***a from Atlanta say he got a lot of d**? Say you looking For a plug, b**h you looking at the plug I'mma, real young n***a You want this ho, better come get her We don't want your b**h man We just wanna have fun with her Okay well let me find out you channeled it Ridin' around town just saving hoes n***a she ain't all yours, we shared the b**h But let me find out She havin' your baby though Let me find out Let me find out n***a let me find out Let me find out Let me find out (Let me find out, let me find out) Let me find out n***a let me find out (Let me find out, let me find out) b**h let me find out Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper I'mma f** her all night and I'mma give her back after I ain't hand cuffing these hoes like shackles For the green & the cheese like a Green Bay packer Trippy Man, f** you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan p**y n***as need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes b**h I'm ice skating My last b**h must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy No key, that space age, my ignition, I done made it Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Taylor Gang that's trippy ho Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt buckle like mistletoe Who stands with your wife? She just spent the night With my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand Like the b**h was shooting dice Juicy J, I got long money I got 1998 song money b**h pour that Patron for me I rock shows, boy I'm stone money Let me find out (lemme find out you n***a isn't who you say you is) Let me find out (haha you n***as nobody man) n***a let me find out (Lemme find out you sold your soul for them joint n***a) Let me find, out b**h let me find out (let me find out let me find out) Let me find out Ya'll n***as might not let me find out n***a let me find out (let me find out let me find out) b**h let me find out (Ya'll n***as might not let me find out)