Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cut Grass, artist - XV. Album song Day Ones - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.06.2019
Record label: Squarian Entertainment
Song language: English
Cut Grass |
| Super Duper Vizzy rollin' Uber through the City |
| The loser who be winnin', now he do the? |
| (aye) |
| Dude be gettin' bizzy, every tune is stupid witty |
| Got the crew, a slew of bitties |
| Now tell me who is with me, with me, with me |
| Hold up (hold up) |
| Got the shit to roll up (roll up) |
| Got it rigged to blow up (blow up) |
| Got the shit, I’m Joker |
| Yeah we roll it don’t you pass it up |
| Tell the haters, «Pack it up» |
| Tank on full, don’t gas me up |
| Sticks is gone, grass is cut |
| (Hold up) |
| Open doors steppin' off the ocean floor (drippin') |
| Commodore, how I ride the '64 (whippin') |
| Comin' for, anyone who want a war (trippin') |
| No carnivals, all my dogs is carnivores! |
| (yee!) |
| Crew like Wu-Tang, but we move just like the Tribe (yeah) |
| Tie like shoes strings you can’t see it in my eyes (yeah) |
| Got this boo thang, she just flew in on my side |
| She wanna do «doo-dah», but I cannot do the lines |
| Manager calls, on point like I handle the ball |
| Never I fall, slip and I stand up so tall |
| I really been plannin' it all |
| Been on islands that’s private; |
| kept the iPhone on private |
| I write the scripts they gon' buy it, then shoot the pilot like pirates (baow) |
| You-know, how-we, be |
| In-a, car,? |
| Two, tone, buttered, seats |
| That’s-a,? |
| (ha!) |
| Black excellence, trap elegance |
| Move weight like fat elephants |
| Feds hate it, ain’t have evidence |
| Now we make it off rap elements (ooh!) |
| I’m a chill nigga, don’t do clubs or chinchillas |
| Before DiNero, I’ll meet you fuckers |
| I’m Ben Stiller, no one been realer |
| I’m takin this shit hella far, takin' the lid off the jar |
| Niggas they bit every bar, cut all the? |
| You ridin'? |
| Then get in the car |
| Call me. |
| Super Duper Vizzy rollin' Uber through the City |
| The loser who be winnin', now he do the? |
| (aye) |
| Dude be gettin' bizzy, every tune is stupid witty |
| Got the crew, a slew of bitties |
| Now tell me who is with me, with me, with me |
| Hold up (hold up) |
| Got the shit to roll up (roll up) |
| Got it rigged to blow up (blow up) |
| Got the shit, I’m Joker |
| Yeah we roll it don’t you pass it up |
| Tell the haters «Pack it up» |
| Tank don’t full, don’t gas me up |
| Sticks is gone, grass is cut |