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Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Let it all work out, let it all work out Work out, yeah I'm in this bitch Yeah, was on the outside, looking in this bitch But now I’m in this bitch Yeah, I'm in this bitch Tunechi you a genius Looked in the mirror said "Don't let the money come between us" I’m loaded, loaded at my earliest convenience But fuck 'em, I feel like I got ten middle fingers I'm sippin', sippin' in this bitch and poppin' uppers Girl, take this, this that shit that give a flower color And some bitch named Wonder Woman told me not to wonder The crumbs, you only see 'em when the cookie crumble Real shit, look at my candle, still lit Had to swallow my pride, though, swag tastes like spearmint Big up to my nigga with a strap on 'em I never turn my back on ’em Cold nigga act like they cool with ya But a lot of these niggas be transformers A lot of these players be bench-warmers Letras de cancionesThe game ain’t easy, but it's fair, nigga I’mma sit in this throne so long 'Til it's a fucking rocking chair, nigga Bad bitch play with my hair, nigga Said, "Relax, tell him baby don't stress out" But I got a lot of shit on my mind, though She said, "Let that shit work itself out" "Let that shit work itself out" C5 Yeah, back in this bitch Tune you left this bitch Like you knew this bitch was gon’ let your ass back in this bitch "Let it all work out, let it all work out" But nobody else like you in this bitch "Let it all work out, let it all work out" "Let it all work out" Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch Cita you a psychic 'Cause you said there be days like this They want a piece of me, I ain't the one that's serving slices Please swallow, I had my share of dirty diapers Real shit, put some niggas on that guilt trip It'll be on in a heartbeat You can't hear no pussy nigga's shit skip I fear God, never fear men Give back, never give in V.I.'s never be women Keep an open mind, let 'em peek in it Reach highs, never reach limits Need minds, I don't need clinics This C5, this for BI and Left Eye, and T-Boz When I seen Chilli at the Floyd fight I almost asked her to creep with me But I was young, and I held my tongue But with that tongue, I just keep spitting So it all worked out And now I'm in this bitch And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long" I never change, you know I been this bitch And then she said, "Let it all work out" "Let it all work out, let it all work out" (Yeah) "Let it all work out, let it all work out" Tunechi, you a monster Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya I'm lookin' for that big old smile, full of diamonds Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin' It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing" I tried, comprising and went kamikaze I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it I cry, put it to my head and thought about it Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying God came to my side and we talked about it He sold me another life and he made a prophet Yeah, and he said "Let it all work out" (yeah) "Let it all work out" (I'm still in this bitch) "Let it all work out" (Yeah, thank God 'cause I'm still in this bitch) "Let it all work out" Let it all work out (phew) "Let it all work out" (But he said, "Remember this:") "Let it all work out" "Let it all work out" ("Ain't nobody else like you in this bitch") "Let it all work out" (yeah) "Let it all work out" (And don't forget what I did this, bitch) "Let it all work out" (Can't even remember when I didn't, bitch") "Let it all—" "Let it all work out" (yeah) "Let it all work out" (Now I'm out this bitch) "Let it all work out" (I'm out this bitch) "Let it all—" (And it all worked out) "Love you, Dwayne" From Letras Mania