Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kut Like Dat, artist - Moneybagg Yo. Album song Time Served, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope, N-Less Entertainment
Song language: English
Kut Like Dat |
Styrofoam cup to da dome |
Styrofoam cup to da head |
I’m full of these meds |
Trunk inna front not da back |
Seats came black |
But I had redid it red |
Get a bitch I don’t go on no date with her |
Love her action so I fornicate with her |
Yeah they say they real |
But I show em realer |
All this ice I can’t do nothin but shake shiver |
Okay I got this sauce and season Old Bay |
Too many racks amiris can’t take |
Every other day da money inflate |
In here with seven bitches four tre |
All white lambo truck Colgate |
Everything I do I kill it closed case |
She say she need a quarantine bae |
Sent her a flight to meet a one way |
Hop out da aston then hopped in the wraith |
I got bored with da wraith and den gave it away |
100 racks fo the brand new corvette |
It take off like a jet boy you don’t wanna race |
Fuck what you talking bout |
Fuck what you say |
Let’s go to war I got paper to play |
Break out da racks she gone bite on the bait |
Eat up da drip |
Swallow da taste |
I go cray cray with dem bandaids |
Bitch I’m cut like that |
All white lambo like marshmallow she got one to match |
I put my bitches on bitches cause I’m cut like that |
I put my niggas on bidness cause I’m cut like that |
I go cray cray with dem bandaids |
Bitch I’m cut like that |
All white lambo like marshmallow she got one to match |
I put my bitches on bitches cause I’m cut like that |
I put my niggas on bidness cause I’m cut like that |
Bloodshed he dead |
Flee da scene |
Yellow tape code red |
That’s how we ride when we shlide |
Put em on da news yea each time |
She want me to give her free time |
So I gave that bitch the peace sign |
I cannot vibe with you no |
I cannot vibe with you |
Juice all in my cup I done snuck |
And poured me a line or two |
Big bread gang chain on my chest |
That bitch blinding you |
All the opps dyin all the time man |
We ain’t got none but a few |
I go buy that bitch a pair of heels |
And tell her go do what she do |
I used to hit school for da hoes |
Then I leave the school sell a boe |
They say they coming out the south with it |
I told her meet me at the Citgo |
I got this glock on me gem four |
Go on play killer like I ain’t gonna blow |
Push the shit to the dashboard (boom) |