lirik lagu yung cutz – cutthoat
[intro]
reuel stop playing with these n-ggas
[verse 1: yung cutz]
i sit back and let ’em talk like them n-ggas know me
glock 22 a gen 4, this a little .40
gold on my neck is two-four like that n-gga kobe
i’ll whip out and bust with two hands like i couldn’t hold it (n-gga)
had to cut some n-ggas off, them n-ggas folded (nerds)
do it to the neck, the last skit them n-ggas told it
got your b-tch dropping off that bag, you just noticed?
everybody trying to run it up, we just focused
b-tch, i been dipped since my school days
beat a n-gga -ss and got blood on my cool greys
double back, got that pack off in two days
sk with the blade, hit a n-gga two ways
seen a sucka up in neiman’s had to play it smooth
’cause they don’t know i brought the stick in like i’m playing pool
n-ggas thinking it’s a joke it ain’t april fools
betta tuck your piece i know some n-ggas love taking jewels
we just tryna run it up get that understood
why would i want that p-ss if anybody could?
if g pull that shotty out, it’ll lift his body up
still slide and hit a n-gga with them hockey pucks
blowing out the p, we smoke cook’ and all kind of runts
put a scope on that chopstick like i’m tryna hunt
yo b-tch gave me stupid head she was kinda dumb
n-ggas ain’t even got a whip, how you not a bum?
[verse 2: slimmy b]
i don’t f-ck with ugly broke hoes, guess i’m picky
just bought a pint of henny, b-tch it’s time to get jiggy
i need a b-tch like cardi, i ain’t f-cking with no nicky
do the off whites with the amiri’s ’cause i’m trendy
fendi, fendi, fendi b-tch i got on all this fendi
well known shooter with this chopper i got jimmy
pull off in that ‘cat this ain’t no scat, b-tch don’t offend me
hit ’em with them hollows make him gig like shiggy
i let her suck my d-ck and she was proud like penny
i love that p-ssy juicy and i ain’t talking ’bout no biggy
got a bag, nothing was the same like drizzy
i love a fat -ss and i love big t-tties
say they looking for me, tell them n-ggas come get me
this choppa hold a hundred and this gleek hold fifty
ain’t tryna fall in love, i ain’t tryna be friendly
just turn around and throw that -ss back like a frisbee
b-tch
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu gode ord dør sist – våkne
- lirik lagu okasian – goodbye mj
- lirik lagu j-haze – bust guns
- lirik lagu grupo red – no podré olvidarte
- lirik lagu kako m. – la única droga (remix)
- lirik lagu kings of leon – joe’s head
- lirik lagu les sages poètes de la rue – champion
- lirik lagu fernandocosta – este es mi lirio
- lirik lagu celine de jone – dzieło mistrzów napój bogów
- lirik lagu willie nelson – just one love