Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cut Me Off, artist - Yxng Bane. Date of issue: 11.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cut Me Off |
| Take it off |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| You know you make a nigga want and you don’t even try |
| And I can tell that you been training, figured your waistline |
| Save the space in your bed when you sleep at night |
| But you never call me selfish when I give my time (Yeah yeah) |
| I’m in your city for a week |
| Tell me you’re down, tell me you’re free |
| Shot went off, feet both touched the streets |
| Thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she |
| I’m in your city for a week |
| Tell me you’re down, tell me you’re free |
| Shot went off, feet both touched the streets |
| I thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| And I can tell that you ain’t stingy |
| Girl, it’s been some time (Yeah yeah) |
| When man ah said that mi nuh pree, true mi pree from time |
| Fell asleep at the crib, waking up at five |
| You say you starting work at nine |
| You ain’t goin' to work till I’ve had mines |
| Ain’t always showing up to work on time |
| I’m in your city for a week |
| Tell me you’re down, tell me you’re free |
| Shot went off, feet both touched the streets |
| Thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she |
| I’m in your city for a week |
| Tell me you’re down, tell me you’re free |
| Shot went off, feet both touched the streets |
| I thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| I just left the Fashion Week, ah |
| She a rider, she don’t have repeat, ah |
| I been loving how my diamonds set |
| I been loving how your pussy so wet |
| And we ain’t even sex |
| You’re addicted to heels, so I buy you both pairs |
| Got you flying first-class, no stress |
| And I know that I made mistakes |
| Take a break, girl, please forgive |
| She’s my rider for sure |
| I don’t care where she go |
| No, no, I don’t wanna control her |
| No, no, girl, suck it slow-mo, girl |
| We be pourin' up the drink, both gone, yeah |
| And we saying that we right, both wrong, yeah |
| We’ve been waiting for tonight, girl, it’s on, yeah |
| I just pulled up in the Range Rove', girl, I’m coming home |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |
| Ski |
| See, when you’re fuckin' with a rich nigga |
| Ah, you better get used to the sound |
| Yeah, and I’ve got fifty thousand euros on me right now |
| I’ll blow it, Champs-Élys' to Milan |
| I was never supposed to fall in love |
| But life doesn’t go to plan (Doesn't go to plan) |
| Yeah, like all them bitches don’t compare |
| 'Cause I just asked you for head, I’ma ask her for hand, please |
| Ringside, Chanel size, do you while still a slime |
| Ex nigga fumbled the bag, he ain’t do you right |
| Tell him to stay out of our business cah it’s just you and I |
| I’m in your city for a week |
| Tell me you’re down, tell me you’re free |
| Shot went off, feet both touched the streets |
| Thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she |
| I’m in your city for a week |
| Tell me you’re down, tell me you’re free |
| Shot went off, feet both touched the streets |
| I thought 'bout the club, 'bout how was she |
| Won’t you let me take it off? |
| Have a break, I’ll break you off |
| Make me wanna wine up, dance |
| Let me in, don’t cut me off |