letra de cut my thumb - lil rae & 1up tee
[intro]
(tony, tony)
(i said lil rae my baby daddy)
(stop)
[chorus: lil rae]
i’m the big dog ’round this way, come to me, you want somethin’
spreadin’ through this money so fast, f-cked around, cut my thumb
they see us and say we up to no good, glock with a fifty-round drum
all these labels tryna get me, i’m good, i’m blowin’ up like a bomb
i told my mama ain’t no fixin’ me, i’m missin’ screws, uh
yeah, she might be fine, but it’s her vibe, she gettin’ the boot
when i put this stick on you, lil’ n-gga, your ass better not move
college was never the plan, lil’ n-gga, i dropped outta school
[verse 1: lil rae]
he ate like some food
my shirt made by rhudе
she said that i’m smooth
you can’t hang, boy, we ain’t cool
only the bros, ain’t no morе room
for no more new n-ggas
before i go out, you gon’ hear a boom
my finger on my trigger (n-gga)
[interlude: 1up tee]
tuh
1up sh-t
we goin’ up
tuh
[verse 2: 1up tee]
you on that fake-ass get in the streets timin’ ’cause all the freaks like it
in real life, these n-ggas b-tches, these n-ggas sweeter than peach cobbler
i’m tryna run this sh-t up, then go buy the block, i feel like a d-linemen
i’ll frrah-fa-fa-fa, lil’ n-gga, be quiet
my young n-gga smack sh-t and he move like a ghost, he feel like he danny phantom
i be committin’ crime, i be f-ckin’ hoes like gta san andreas
bro in a panamera, b-tch all white, but the insides caramel
your b-tch hop in and eat me like macaroni and candied yams
my b-tch pop up like annabelle, caught me cheatin’, i’m scared as h-ll
i apologize, i’m sorry, bae, let me get your hair and nails
if you wanted smoke, i’ma get some gas like my n-ggas jerry cans
i’m countin’ and spreadin’ this dog sh-t, i done cut my hands again
[chorus: lil rae]
i’m the big dog ’round this way, come to me, you want somethin’
spreadin’ through this money so fast, f-cked around, cut my thumb
they see us and say we up to no good, glock with a fifty-round drum
all these labels tryna get me, i’m good, i’m blowin’ up like a bomb
i told my mama ain’t no fixin’ me, i’m missin’ screws, uh
yeah, she might be fine, but it’s her vibe, she gettin’ the boot
when i put this stick on you, lil’ n-gga, your ass better not move
college was never the plan, lil’ n-gga, i dropped outta school
[outro: lil rae]
ycoe
huh
ycoe, ycoe, ycoe, huh
i’m geeked up
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