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Intro: Yep yep we in here, this lil forty Flex what ever, it's me ya dig Right! [Chorus] Cuttboyz cut boyz cuttboyz uh bro Cuttboyz cuttboyz, what bro Cuttboyz cuttboyz uh bro cuttboyz cuttboyz cuttboyz, what bro We got them toys, and we bring it on [Verse One] Check it out On the city rolling, but truth been tollen Them buster folding, and I think they know it But homee chockin, I think he smoking I am breaking bread, on blocks harder than free cheese Inside of me is a Cuttboy with multiply robberies And my committees only the real can ride with me I am in the drivers seat, so god forgive me please Rest in peace my enemies, I wanna see then bleed Become a memory is this Hennessey talking to me This greenery is blurring my vision, I am making stupid decisions Head on head collision is Heaven or Hell, straight to the present My cali glissen, now act kaoit this game Hypnotic The shit that you got it, and the fourteens your vest will stop it And the album just go coupe it, iam huge like a Nassau Rocket We about to blow like the World trade That what Slim says (cuttboyz) Cuttboyz Tru Records for life ain't nothing nice Aint no other click like, the Cuttboyz we keep it solid We bout that volience Fist Matt, Key deniro cuttboyz anthem baby [Chorus] [Verse Two] They call me dope man, dope man (da price is hella proper) Santa clause got Christmas trees and helicopters I'll ship, I'll deliver, I'll bring them to ya I even got a couple N… that will sling'em for Cuttboyz B call me the muffin man, smell it baking out the oven from muphin pan Dope swell up in tube like Ruspin man Two stacked jeans baggy, you gotta cuff it man I stack the old money, to spend the new cc The old c sat song long, so the blue c I tuck that flip that stack, got two keyz I came out and dropped that pot, and they o wee Holla at the boy,you ain't getting slabs I promise everything you got you got a extra gram It like cake mix, get the spam (dam) Cuttboyz holla at ya man [Chorus] [Verse Three] Boy I am the Cut, a thug by nature I took a minor set back, but I am trying to get major Pockets full of stones, I am trying to get paper Shoe box full of bread I am trying to get paper Aint that a bitch,look at these niggas hating Paint dripping in the street like its ministrating Soak it up Like a maxi pad, you know that young motherfucker Maxi pad [Verse Four] I am always in cut boy, 24-7 yep Shop open girl like seven Eleven My pockets on swoll and rocks steady swelling The glock for you robber, yeah I keep the protection The copper on my my nuts, trying to find my double up Flashing they Id's, mad cause my ride clean Mad cause I am big time, mad cause my bitch fine Mad cause my ice dog, got big big shine [Chorus] |
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