| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
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| Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
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| Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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| Run up them bands on the regular
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| Hittin' my plug on the celly, yeah
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| Tell my ex bitch that I’m sorry
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| I’m a skate off in the 'Rari
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| Keep 36 by my side
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| I’m a go bake me a pie
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| Keep 45 on my side
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| Fuck with my niggas, you die
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| All of my niggas say blood
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| All of my niggas say cuh
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| OT, I found me a plug
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| I got it straight out the mud
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| Keep it a hundred, no budge
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| I fell in love with the drugs
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| Bustin' it down in the tub
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| Pay me my money in dubs
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| Water whippin', lookin' like I’m fishin'
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| Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I’m pitchin'
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| Rolie on, it’s glistenin', now my doner kissin'
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| Niggas steady trippin' so I’m steady grippin'
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| Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
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| I don’t fuck with phony, 'bout to sell a pony
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| All these niggas on me, all these bitches on me
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| Say my price is good, motherfucker, show me
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
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| Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
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| Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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| Went and bought a 911 with my trap money
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| A million up but still ain’t never touch my rap money
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| I’m out in LA fuckin' with that boy OT
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| Flew to LA, got a plug on that OG
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| You know I’ve been gettin' money if you know me
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| When I first met my plug, I tote my pistol, hundred Gs
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| I ain’t comin' to get it unless you got a hundred piece
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| I don’t want it, fuck it, your price, you need to cut it
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| Your ice, you need to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky
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| A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage
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| Let’s skip the small talk, it’s time to talk numbers
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| Young nigga playin' with commas, might go get a Lamb for the summer
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| I’ve been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin'
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| My nigga beefin' then I’m beefin', wrong or right I’m bustin'
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| My traphouse, I love it
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| Put some Forces on my old school and I had to cut it
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| But should I put a roof in?
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
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| Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
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| Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
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| Your price is way too high, you need to cut it |