| Work it out
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| Me vs. you, it’s not a wise battle
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| Lord of the Mics, man got knocked out
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| Dem boy nuh ready for the ends
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| Dem boy nuh ready for the whole of the bloodclart South
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| You give the gyal dem moral support
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| I send the gyal dem to the mad house
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| Clientele holla at me for the shot
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| I say «ten minutes», then leave my house
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| Likkle man wanna try run up his mouth
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| Get pissed off, angry and start shout
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| I was at Buck’s with the Dragon Stout
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| Feet kicked up with a zoot in my mouth
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| I dragged on my pot and I headed straight out
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| I never had a knife in the pouch
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| .45 in the handbag and the snub’s in the cab
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| Certified riding out
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| You’re fake, you’ve never been riding out
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| You snake, you just keep sliding out in a war
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| You say a lot but you do less
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| I say a lot but I do more
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| Two plus two equals a hundred and twelve
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| Thought I was gonna say four?
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| That’s cause you don’t make me your whore
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| I make the gyal dem want me and more
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| I make the gyal eat my meat, that’s raw
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| My billy has been on a poom poom tour
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| Gyal ain’t a problem, neither is war
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| Yeah, I get P but I wanna get more
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| Meat on the plate always get sauce
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| The only time that I show love to a whore
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| Yeah, yeah, Family Tree
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| FT, let me say no more
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| You jump on set and can’t get no wheel
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| I don’t even know how that feels
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| Think that you’re bad cause you got a little whip?
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| Beep, smash man’s head off the wheel
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| Beep, smash man’s head off the wheel
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| I done so much work last year
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| I’ll take any MC for roadkill
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| When I roll by five man deep, FT
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| Badman are badman, badman know
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| Badman go anywhere they wanna go
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| Badman don’t have to run up his gums
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| Cause when it’s crunch time, it will show
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| Hold up some Ps, don’t back off or know
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| I will shot that yout in the head for the dough
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| Feeling like Mayweather and 5−0
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| Gassed on a money ting, shit, I’m on a roll
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| Any violation, man are gonna roll
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| Couldn’t really care 'bout the lies you told
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| I’ll smash man’s head off the wheel like-
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| Leave that emblem on your forehead
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| Think that you’re bad in a Ford?
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| I’ll leave four in your forehead
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| Backwards, you look like a total mess
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| That’s that whole bar, hold paper and lead
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| You jump on set and can’t get no wheel
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| I don’t even know how that feels
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| That’s dead, I don’t do no deals
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| No money in tills, and my ting’s not under my bed
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| When I say it, it’s real
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| Guys that hate me rate me still
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| Cause they know that I’m onsite, I ain’t gonna chill
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| When I see them, I’m gonna do bodybag them with the stainless
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| I bet you thought I was gonna say steel
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| Man ah rob food but I still pay bills
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| So if you got down, fam, let’s have a meal
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| Not gonna stop till I see that mill
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| Put likkle youts on hold like a pill
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| When it’s burning time
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| I know that fire drill
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| Something in the pocket and the pouch is open
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| Catch a pagan and poke him
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| In a war, you won’t see me loafing
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| Laughing and joking, chilling and smoking
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| Like Jendor, I’ll leave him open
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| 28 stabs in the side of the head
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| 28 stabs in the front of the neck
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| If you violate, I’ll leave you dead
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| Eff Tizzy
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| Merky ACE, not Drake and Nicki
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| Putting in work, not taking a sicky
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| Back with a bang and a flow that’s skippy
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| Back with the bags for the crow and the digis
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| Wavy when I gave her Free Willy
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| Straight out of Lewisham, not from Philly
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| Gloves on and it ain’t even chilly
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| Music money soon make me a milli
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| If you got that, then don’t move silly
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| Cuh like Prez T, you’ll get Kill Off Killy
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| Got the Wesson like the kid named Billy
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| Bucked in his mout cause he tried get lippy
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| I left a wasteman talking like Viddy
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| If you wanna war, then let’s get busy
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| Clapped in the chase, start going on gritty
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| Shifman will shoot your bitch in her titties
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| My phonebook’s full of MCs and nitties
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| And real Gs that shoot off iron
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| Give you a one-day course on dying
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| Aim up the ting and send a boy flying
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| Wanna touch me? |
| No point in trying
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| Washed up yout, man are tumble drying
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| Spin that something, leave marges crying
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| I said I didn’t do it but I was lying
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| And the way that gyal was bent up
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| Like say she was laces tying
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| Was jokes till I left her crying
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| Call up my phone, I was straight air pie-ing
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| Elizabeth knows I am trying
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| So it’s bare tings she’s been buying
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| Grime before gash
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| Cash before all, my mind is on stacks
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| Try violate? |
| Then man, you’ll get splashed
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| Man ah go halves on the bangers and mash
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| Got gash, leave door on latch
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| We creep in and the movie’s a wrap
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| Family Tree, that’s a very strong bash
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| I said that bar and |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cutlass, artist - Merky Ace. Album song All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп