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letra de fresh cut - cf sloppy

[verse 1: tyson]
swerve up to your block
i be leaving yall in shock
sh-t, spilled all my sauce
bust down like rick ross
can i get some on the side
know what, prolly not
pick it up where i stopped
doing doughnuts in the lot
yeah i know i did it wrong
like i’ve never been taught
never had a chance
i really never got a shot
i love judge judy and i wanna get with her
[hook: cf sloppy]
when i popped off looking like a sawed off
i want all eyes on me cuz i’m next up
cuz i top charts, where i end and slop starts
blowing tops off clean likе a fresh cut
fresh cut (fresh cut!)
clеan cut (clean cut!)
eating you up, fruit roll-up
fresh cut (fresh cut!)
clean cut (clean cut!)
eating you up, fruit roll-up
(soup bowl, soup bowl)

[verse 2: cf sloppy]
on a roll, but i’m never honor roll
takin cuts so i never pocket those
make a dub and i did it on my own
k!ll the beat then i’m responsible, got a lot of gold
mocking flows, if you disagree you gotta go, ho
baked with the bread and b-tter, man i got a lotta dough
babe, i got many many others what you gotta know for
huh? wait, where’d the beat go?
beat you in a 3-0, did it for the ego
homie got t-boned, still made it to evo
whiplash, do the dash, stunt like steve-o
crazy, go insane, man, i’m an hour late
trading with the rain man taking all the fame
make me take a break, cropping life and you out the frame
taking all the greats all aligned, with the accolades
navigating outer sp-ce
gotta take it all the way
pounds like a counter weight
sounds like a power play
pairs make me salivate
where is the album date
yall turn to sour grapes
dogs breaking out their cage
running late to class with the bread in my mouth
cat up in my lap, fell asleep on the couch
woke up in a jar, dunno what that’s about
i ran outta bars, come and help a homie out
[verse 3: tyson]
fresh cut, clean cut, when i’m getting checks up
just ran outta luck, got me going bankrupt
granny doing double dutch, calling it a come up
foot off of the clutch, cuz we boutta speed up
swear you’re all rats, like mickey, yuh
you a little dog, like iggy, yuh
holding all the cash, like a piggy, yuh
i’m popping off i feel like biggie

[hook: cf sloppy]
when i popped off looking like a sawed off
i want all eyes on me cuz i’m next up
cuz i top charts, where i end and slop starts
blowing tops off clean like a fresh cut
fresh cut (fresh cut!)
clean cut (clean cut!)
eating you up, fruit roll-up
fresh cut (fresh cut!)
clean cut (clean cut!)
eating you up, fruit roll-up
(soup bowl, soup bowl)

- cf sloppy

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