Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Filet Mignon, artist - The CutleryAlbum song The Cutlery, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Cutlery
Song language: English
Filet Mignon |
| Now how come I ain’t made it yo |
| Ain’t no play when stakes is low |
| Lady luck don’t own no apron |
| Hey but that filet she owe |
| Tryna eat I’m climbing steep hills |
| Hollywood sign high as steeples |
| Ain’t got no time to sleep |
| Well that’s why I ain’t kind to sheep |
| Still they out there finding futons |
| Millionaires if counting coupons |
| Scuse my French ain’t got no moutons |
| Fuck you and your croutons |
| Little bread middle men |
| Might be eating still ain’t fed |
| Got a Beat I’ll juice you in it |
| Michael Keaton’s little head |
| Diane Keating Woody Allen |
| Keep them in their wooden beds |
| High end sneakers what he styln |
| Feet ain’t ever stood for shit |
| At the mall spending senseless |
| Killing for them silly trends |
| At my core vet’ing you Princes |
| Till you more than little red |
| You ain’t fucking with my bars |
| Why you’re homies acting funny |
| If I’ve offered you a round |
| Only cus I’m acting Sunny |
| Light you up when you in town |
| Don’t you know I got them keys |
| Shoulda kept that drinking down |
| Now you’s can’t leave |
| 5 foot 4 but that don’t stress me |
| I go Pesci I go lefty |
| Why go test me you’ll go nighty |
| Find the whole time I was righty |
| I ain’t lying I ain’t silent |
| Violence got no height requirements |
| Go ahead and talk that shit |
| My whole life been fighting giants |
| Tell me what your words say |
| I can go the nerd way |
| Flip you with so many verbs |
| Damn I got absurd play |
| She say I ain’t got a thing |
| She blame it all on my rapping |
| I’m thinking we got a flame |
| Guess its just a box of matches |
| My rapping got her that ring |
| Guess its just for boxing matches |
| Everybody acts the same |
| When money is their top attraction |
| What is wrong with cutting songs |
| My Poppa was cutting lawns |
| My Momma a cocktail waitress |
| Tell me where their son belongs |
| If what I want ain’t what I need |
| How the fuck can I proceed |
| You follow then you swallow |
| That’s the only way that you’ll succeed |
| Damn I’m just so immature |
| Rhymes like that well I’m too old |
| Damn I feel so miniature |
| This time I gotta finally grow |
| Yes I gotta finally go |
| Yes I got an apron on |
| I’ll be doing as I’m told |
| And serving you filet mignon |