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Let Me Find Out Remix (Hustle Gang)

[Intro] This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection homeboy [Verse 1: Doe B] Let me find out these niggas 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 autotune Bring out the Apollo boom I'mma sandman these niggas 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 ATL, let me find out Memphis Ten', let me find out M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali, Chi-Town [Hook x2] Let me find out Let me find out Nigga let me find out Let me find Out [Verse 2: T.I.] 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 Nigga And1 with my handgun Nigga talk about dough but that's sumthing you ain't never had your hands on Got folk in Alabama, they still call Arm & Hammer See I do it for the Gutter, not just to get the glamour Hey who that nigga from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs? Say you looking For a plug, bitch you looking at the plug I'mma, real young nigga You want this ho, better come get her We don't want your bitch mane We just wanna have fun with her Okay well let me find out you channeled it Ridin' around town just saving hoes Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the bitch But let me find out She havin' your baby though [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Let me find out, Juicy J's your girl's favorite rapper I'mma fuck 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 Mane : fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom Brady Kush is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan Pussy niggas need to stop hating my flow sick like cancer patients Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes bitch I'm ice skating My last bitch 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 bitch was shooting dice Juicy J, I got long money I got 1998 song money Bitch pour that Patron for me I rock shows, boy I'm stone money [Hook] [Outro] ... Let me find out you put Molly all in her champagne and she don't even know it Let me find out you put the Plan B in the bitch breakfast Actually that ain’t bad, you actually should put Plan B in these hoes breakfast Let me find out Juicy J got stabbed in a shootout Let me find out Tip still ridin' 'round with guns I'mma whoop his motherfuckin' ass Let me find out your pussy hairs look the Django beard, ho Let me find out you went to the club and left your kids with your other kids In the car Let me find out bitch