| People said I wouldn’t be shit 'til I believed them
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| Started playing games with grams even my freedom
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| Reading my indictment, did a little research
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| Taking it to trial but I wanna see the plea first
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| Top tier bottom bunk, house party shot it up
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| Choked out my cellmate, told his man «Mop it up»
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| Six bands copping up, started as a car stealer
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| Yard time Kut One like a card dealer
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| GQ, A Town, PA
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| Use the blade to cut one like the DJ
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| Scream «WorldStar» to hype up the replay
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| Nothin Pretty but ya nicely sliced up like the cheese tray
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| Food for thought, block sizzling like bacon
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| Easy like Sunday morning, no real beef he like steak um
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| Might take a minute to realize I’m the poster-
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| Child for having something for everybody like Oprah
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| Christmas story, pulled the metal, got ya tongue stuck
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| Been throgh the ruggedest prisons without one cut
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| Dumb slut topping my dick and drink
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| Stop what a victim think
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| Wash hands of crime then rinse the sink
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| Missing link, no chain snatching
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| I’m African but American as the plane crashes
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| Same habits get handled like stained fabric
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| Pull pussy and metal with the same magnet
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| Somebody got to go, slow the grind, that’s a tough one
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| Hard labor, no overtime, so I cut one
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| Only got daughters meaning I don’t give a fuck son
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| Bullets like the guest list, they get in, plus one
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| Don’t try to battle me, host it, lush one
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| Or burners gonna bang like the bitch on the bus Sun
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| Trust none, let it pile up, that’s trust fund
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| Bodies after bodies in the rivers, Pun’s son
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| People get wet with a Sig, where the dust from
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| Kids want slurpees and icees, that’s a slush fund
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| Bust guns, tuck knives, fuck wives, not ours
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| Gave ya neighbors the crater, literally rock stars
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| Headband in the club, no dubs smoking lately
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| Rather hear a broken promise than a broken safety
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| But I’ll cut one up, he want the fade
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| Ain’t a barber, you a target, I’m the one who bust
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| You a shooter but I’m smarter, I’ll wait till the sun come up
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| He want the fade, ain’t a barber but I cut one up
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| The gut like Tiki, no torch it’s torture
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| Misfortune 500, take a loss it’s easy
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| Bitches rip bikinis, Jews toss they beanies
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| Live like a boss, gonna cost to see me
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| Send the crypto and the rest in cash
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| We accept it like the calls I get from Mag |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kut One, artist - GQ Nothin PrettyAlbum song David & Goliath: Slingshots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп