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letra de cuhh - cj toasta

[intstrumental intro]

[hook: emardo]
cuhh, what you talking about?
all these haters in my grill make me want to shout
like bruh, pull a pistol out
imma pop you cuhh, what you talking about?

[verse 1: cj toasta]
uh, popping g’s for a living
i don’t give a d-mn i ain’t ever be forgiving
bullets to the head be the only things i’m giving
and also straight flames be the only things i’m spitting
the way i formulate these raps, you can call it a recipe
you’d be a fool, to come up and mess with me
if you try and screw with me, you are no friend to me
and if you betray me, you are dead to me
but it was never worth always feeling dead
my real estate sweet, you can see the stacks of bread
you can smell that ounce, and i ain’t even in your house yet
you keep going on you gonna end up dead
getting tired of hearing all these voices in my head
if you step up to me, imma put you in check
wait, you wanna drown? then go ahead
tell bush to push the b-tton, man, cause i’m fed

[hook: emardo]
cuhh, what you talking about?
all these haters in my grill make me want to shout
like bruh, pull a pistol out
imma pop you cuhh, what you talking about?

[verse 2: masedawg]
not afraid to admit, to admit how i’m k!lling these
my capabilities to rival nature’s abilities
it’s lit, but i’ll admit that i’m ill
scoop pills, 5 g’s on a phone bill, pay it if i will
make them drop, make them pop
came from bottom, aim for top
i’m the clone of slim shady
and them haters don’t phase me
they just look at me daily
wishing my problems away
wiping what might cause the pain
i’m so twisted, it’s like i sustain a strain
everyday counts when you’re this far from the bills
but i’m still original and wild just like bear grylls

[verse 3: jay-k]
that’s why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose
personally purchase the he-rs-, to attend this service
that’s why i’m after this money
no laughing gas, anything funny
k!lling like every single beat
tell them kids they slipping
k!lling, spitting
everybody else they tripping

[hook: emardo]
cuhh, what you talking about?
all these haters in my grill make me want to shout
like bruh, pull a pistol out
imma pop you cuhh, what you talking about?

[verse 4: emardo]
slumdog far apart, any sub par
whip all these posers make it seem like worldstar
come back and smack you all up, i’m in it again
you ain’t even getting dough, don’t come around them
then i’m ready open my door unlock my whip
he screamed “thug life” and emptied the clip

[verse 5: masedawg]
yo what’s up? masedawg on the mic
i ain’t a little tike, i can ride a bike
i can spit harder than a brick
so sick, you’ll get kick
out of this verse, it’s a curse
you’re gonna need a nurse
to heal these wounds, i’ll give you a brace
you’re such a disgrace, i can’t look at your face
so step away from the car, before i slow you in tar
and take off in my jaguar

[hook: emardo]
cuhh, what you talking about?
all these haters in my grill make me want to shout
like bruh, pull a pistol out
imma pop you cuhh, what you talking about?

- cj toasta

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