| Play with my bands, I play with your life
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| Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I’m
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| steppin' outside
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| Yeah, I’m the one that got it turned up, but it ain’t no love when it comin'
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| from you guys
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| Came from Conley, I didn’t have to cut no dope, but outside, I’ll show you how
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| to sell it
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| Ain’t from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain
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| Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this
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| motherfucker spinnin'
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| I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin',
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| dappin' in my businss
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| I hit this bitch with some mean cum
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| She fuckin' with m, I left her knees numb
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| Step on the back, CeeLo
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| Then spend your money on Chrome Heart
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| Thought this nigga was slimy
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| Damn, these snitches broke my heart
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| Yeah I’m designer glasses wearin', I just gotta tote the pole
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| I gotta remind you everyday, tryna act all hard, we spin it today
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| I ain’t sparin' no nigga, get shot in the face
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| I’m drinkin' Bel Air right now, ain’t no spade
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| And I came in with chains, too
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| Yeah, she came with an attitude
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| So I already know it’s a stinky mood
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| And you already know that I’m gettin' approved
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| I ain’t lyin' around, I got shit to do
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| Jackin', wipin' you down like Boosie Boo
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| I’m the one, I won’t be a fuckin' tool
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| And I’m workin', better check the mood
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| I don’t care 'bout you starin' in the fuckin' street, just know you will get got
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| Play with my bands, I play with your life
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| Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I’m
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| steppin' outside
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| Yeah, I’m the one that got it turned up, but it ain’t no love when it comin'
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| from you guys
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| Came from Conley, I didn’t have to cut no dope, but outside, I’ll show you how
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| to sell it
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| Ain’t from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain
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| Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this
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| motherfucker spinnin'
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| I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin',
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| dappin' in my business
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| Act like a cry baby 'cause I spoil her, she so lit right now
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| You tryna stash her up, or boss her up? |
| Gon' 'head penthouse
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| If I didn’t make it in this rap shit, still would, havin' too many hustles
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| They don’t wanna see the YSL fat, so we havin' too many muscles
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| Pullin' your car when a nigga bluffin'
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| Yeah we just sleep in Hermès covers
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| How the fuck you call yourself a shooter?
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| Boy, you tiptoein', you ain’t really steppin'
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| Boy, I been doin' what the fuck I want
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| Y’all niggas just not gettin' it, really
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| It feel like I walk in a Goyard
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| I ain’t lost love for my motherfuckin' hood
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| But I lost love for my motherfuckin' ho
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| Ain’t surprised by that fuckboy’s actions
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| 'Cause I already knew how this shit was gon' go
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| This shit off the head, this shit ain’t wrote
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| low
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| Louis the sweater, then Louis the shoes
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| I could have fucked that ho so long, but I invited her group
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| Play with my bands, I play with your life
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| Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I’m
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| steppin' outside
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| Yeah, I’m the one that got it turned up, but it ain’t no love when it comin'
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| from you guys
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| Came from Conley, I didn’t have to cut no dope, but outside, I’ll show you how
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| to sell it
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| Ain’t from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain
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| Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this
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| motherfucker spinnin'
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| I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin',
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| dappin' in my business |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cuttin , by - Lil Keed. Song from the album Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп