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letra de cut it down - ken carson

[intro]
(8-808)

[chorus]
take a brick then cut it down
hit it with the fentanyl
ain’t seen codeine in a minute, huh-huh, i’m having withdrawals
shawty must be in wnba, can’t get her off my b-lls
i crawled so n-ggas could fly and f-cking walk
yellow tape, white chalk, headshot, .223’s out, don’t know what that cost
i’m boolin’ with the fives, huh-huh, i’m the five boss
five guys, she want gang to slide, this ho ’bout to get tossed

[verse]
i’m randy moss, can’t pick me off
n-ggas tom brady, they twelve
if i don’t f-ck with you, eyeball ya when i serve you don’t need no scale
and if she f-ck with me, know i’m making this ho sing like adele
death row before i tеll, throw me the elеctric chair
i copped clothes, yeah, i’m rare
i been rocking undercover
got a muzzle and a sh-ll catcher, yeah, i’m the cutta’
got a gang of ho’s wanna f-ck the gang bang, tryna cuddle
me and my team on the same page, we ain’t gotta huddle
i ain’t gotta huddle, but i played sports when i was little
dated a white ho, she smoked cigarettes and drank beer
i’m in the lamborghini, paddle shift, yeah, i switched the gear
she cried hard, when i left that b-tch she got them denim tears
i got x and codeine, it coming out my veins
if ain’t no blood shed, then you hit a stain, don’t claim
yvl, double o-five, homixide gang
we not hard to identify, we got matching chains
where was you when i was walking through the rain?
ain’t no sunshine for like twenty years straight
when the f-ck you got that tough? no, you won’t bust a grape
it was ramen noodles, yeah, now a n-gga eating shrimp and steak
when the f-ck she got that cake? she got a bbl
wanna book? then send that bag, can’t do cashapp or zelle
gotta send that wire, n-gga, my pants on fire, n-gga
can’t tell on me, my heart already know that i’m a liar, n-gga
i’m the messiah, n-gga, i’m the chosen one
heard ya chose on my ho and she ain’t give you nun’
more artillery than the navy, i got too many guns
she say she listen to lil baby, i’ma hit her with that wham
heartagram, shoutout bam
i’m so rockstar, i’m so pumped
get thrown in his face, his head got lumps
my pockets got the f-ckin’ mumps
after i drop this, she gettin’ dismissed, i smack her on the rump
and that f-ck n-gga saw the stick, he ran faster than forrest gump (forrest gump), yeah
[chorus]
take a brick then cut it down
hit it with the fentanyl
ain’t seen codeine in a minute, huh-huh, i’m having withdrawals
shawty must be in wnba, can’t get her off my b-lls
i crawled so n-ggas could fly and f-cking walk
yellow tape, white chalk, headshot, .223’s out, don’t know what that cost
i’m boolin’ with the fives, huh-huh, i’m the five boss
five guys, she want gang to slide, this ho ’bout to get tossed

delete

- ken carson

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