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letra de cut throat - big coach the big homie

[intro: big homie]
this ain’t a love note…
this sh-t is cut throat…
don’t give a f-ck no…
that b-tch is cut throat

bruh we go way back
homie don’t play that
come where you stay at
that’s just the way jack

[verse 1: big homie]
shawty been blowin up my phone, no sleep
in my business, so nosy
get her high without the nose bleed
heatin up but got cold feet
takin shots like kobe
takin shots, no goalie
stretchin nerves, she a yogi
on her knees like she holy
i can’t even keep up wit her
she be doin too much for words
now i can’t even f-ck with her
think she fly but she just a bird
smokin green like a douglas fir
on the scene, she a customer
can’t believe that i trusted her
she the reason that sus a word
[hook: big homie}
where did the love go?
where did the trust go?
don’t give a f-ck no…
this b-tch is cut throat

you better get back!
you never text back?
you took ya ex back?
man, i just don’t get that!

[verse 2: big homie]
what we had was real
the f-ck is you doin my guy?
can you tell me what’s the deal?
i’m stuck and i think i wanna die
tears in my eye, ya a n-gga cry
got me feelin low so ya a n-gga high
got my heart broken; ya n-gga sigh
can’t start chokin gotta get up to the sky
i be on vacation….. to an island you cannot pr-nounce
i want the best for you
i want the worst for you
and i’m just tryna figure out…

naw
just sit on the couch
keep runnin your mouth
go follow the clout
go swallow the doubt
and i’ll be right here
no need to fear
ima be better than you are my dear

[hook: big homie}
where did the love go?
where did the trust go?
don’t give a f-ck no…
this b-tch is cut throat

you better get back!
you never text back?
you took ya ex back?
man, i just don’t get that!

[verse 3: big homie]
sun, she on fire
the one i desired
when i think of you girl i get so inspired
painfully mired
faithful like friars
girl our f-cking love was like april & dwyer
where did it go wrong, i’m anthony hamilton
payin in ho dong & speakin in madarin
stringin these hoes along, dealin wit mandolins
singin these slow songs but feel like a mannequin

ooo god d-mn this beat too strong
i been slangin heat in this street too long
starvin for attention let me feed you sumn
think you movin silent but i see you huh
shawty bipolar, she hot & cold
she gon start a war, she lock & load
then she gonna takeoff where the rockets go
burnin n-ggas, made-off with they pockets broke
stars dont glow
hearts get slow
drugs’ll make it b-tter but it’s marginal
lookin in the mirror, she barking smoke
guess you were just acting out ya parts & roles
open up to what you said, i start to fold
since you left me seein red, the art been gold
sorry we ain’t gellin, gotta chart this globe
gotta start inhalin ‘fore i start to grow oh whoa who whoa

- big coach the big homie

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