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Cut It (feat. Young Dolph)
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(Feat. Young Dolph) Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Run up them bands on the regular, hittin' my plug on the celly, yeah Tell my ex mother****er that I'm sorry, Imma skate off in the 'Rari Keep 36 by my side, Imma go bake me a pie Keep 45 on my side, ****ing with my niggas, you die All of my niggas say blood, all of my niggas say cuz OT, I found me a plug, I got it straight out the mud Keep it a hundred, no bull, I fell in love with the drugs Bustin' it down in the tub, pay me my money in dubs Water whippin', lookin' like I'm finna kill a nigga Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin' Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin' Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin' Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me I don't **** with phony, 'bout to sell a pony All these niggas on me, all these mother****ers on me Say my price is good, mother****er, show me Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Went and bought a 911 with my trap money A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money I'm out in LA ****ing with that boy OT Flew to LA, got a plug on that OG You know I've been gettin' money if you know me When I first met my plug, I told him, "I piss a hundred G's" I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred piece I don't want it, **** it, your price, you need to cut it Your ice, you need to tuck it, she ****ing with me, she lucky A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage Let's skip the small talk, it's time to talk numbers Young niggas playin' with commas, might go get a Lamb for the summer I've been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin' My ****ing beefin' then I'm beefin', wrong or right I'm bustin' My traphouse, I love it Put some Forgis on my old school and I had to gut it But should I put a roof in? Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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