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