letra de cut my loss - kitz
[chorus: kitz]
saint laurent on my boots, yeah, i like it that way
in the cut, smoking pack if he get up in my way
couple hunnid on the dash, yeah, we up in outer sp-ce
say no more, yeah, i think it’s time you get up out my place, b-tch
i ain’t sorry for no loss
your b-tch wetter than some voss, type sh-t
i spent a band, had to cut a loss, type sh-t
in the club, had a stick on me, glock, type sh-t
to me, you was a muhf-ckin’ bum
bad b-tch hit me, got me feelin’ numb
i just stole your ho, now you my son, yeah
[bridge: kitz]
you my son, you my son, you my son to me, yeah (ooh)
you always looking up to me, yeah
i don’t know what you want from me, yeah
yeah, yeah-yeah, oh
[verse 1: kitz]
[?] on my body
stacking racks, my hobby
b-tch, i’m pippen like scotty
droppеd a hit, she gon’ top me, yeah
shе got nowhere to go, yeah, posted in that b-tch
in the function with my bros, yeah, a couple of ’em switch
and if he want smoke, then he got it
i [?] i’ma pocket and rocket
lil’ bro made a deal, but he ain’t tryna lock it
i hit up his main, you know she gon’ top me
talkin’ that sh-t, lil’ bro, get back
got a hundred some’ drums and a switch with that
two shots hit the brain, lil’ bro, get tapped
and the crew comin’ in, so we gotta [?] back, on god, yeah
smithing table, got the wood with the iron
socializing, yeah, opening fire
pushing fifty, yeah, you need to retire
in my comments, i’m the one you admire, yeah
you make my head hurt
and you do what i do, but i swear i do it so much better
[bridge: kitz & >i>reef]
you my son, you my son, you my son to me, yeah
you always looking up to me, yeah
i don’t know what you want from me, yeah
yeah, yeah-yeah, oh (prezi)
[verse 2: reef]
rocks in my system, i’m an x-man
you the type of guy that’d die over a text, man
[?] i get higher than fedex, man
she wanna have s-x, man, i told her i’m a feminist
baby, what’s your motive?
[?] you peep the motion
stuck in your emotions
we ain’t very potent
uh, like, what is we smoking, boy? this be your brother
hi-tec my line, boy, the cup be the gutter
i live undercover, let’s f-ck with no rubber (uh)
i’m crackin’ ’em seals, cracker
i got half of it, crisscross, can’t sit crisscross on it
r kelly, boy, i’m gettin’ p-ssed off from it
all these blood suckers itchy, gettin’ ticked off from it
[chorus: kitz]
saint laurent on my boots, yeah, i like it that way
in the cut, smoking pack if he get up in my way
couple hunnid on the dash, yeah, we up in outer sp-ce
say no more, yeah, i think it’s time you get up out my place, b-tch
i ain’t sorry for no loss
your b-tch wetter than some voss, type sh-t
i spent a band, had to cut a loss, type sh-t
in the club, had a stick on me, glock, type sh-t
to me, you was a muhf-ckin’ bum
bad b-tch hit me, got me feelin’ numb
i just stole your ho, now you my son, yeah
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