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letra de cut it (freestyle) - queen key

[talking]
queen sh-t, b-tch!
i think b-tches in love
b-tches is definitely in love, but b-tches, you know they act like they don’t like me
but b-tches is definitely in f-cking love

[verse]
if i gave a f-ck i probably be in h-ll or in jail
but i ain’t
cause b-tches ain’t on sh-t never have been and they never will
every b-tch i see on d-ck, if a hoe upset, sh-t i can’t tell
ain’t no compet-tion b-tches takin’ l’s after l’s, b-tch
b-tch cut that sh-t like some pizza
all these lil b-tches felishas, treat a lil b-tch like i’m keisha
mad cause she can’t get a feature
baked as a pie smoking reefa
with my camela amigas, stick together like the cheetahs
all the realest n-ggas need us
i don’t need it
if that b-tch a bad dog, i don’t feed it
hoes feelin’ sh-tty constipated, i’m conceited
act like your head itch, b-tch, beat it (b-tch, beat it)
b-tches can’t compete where they do not compare
all these ugly hoes against me, am i ‘posed to f-ckin care? (b-tch, where)
nah, for real b-tch, where
ain’t sh-t hot about them b-tches but that p-ssy that they share
if you lookin’ for me b-tch i’m literally everywhere
hoes mad but they scary, blow a kiss at every stare
b-tch i’ve been being too nice
i literally give b-tches life
these b-tches they all want my life
my old n-gga new b-tch so trife
my new n-gga call me his wife, i ride on his d-ck like a bike
i know he in love with the site, i know that i jump on it right
b-tch i’m winning, b-tch i won
i had hoes on my d-ck before this rap sh-t begun
ima make it and all that
but still this rap sh-t is fun
n-ggas money don’t impress me, b-tch i’m attracted to guns, b-tch!
and i’m attracted to my funds, why that b-tch lookin’ like she attracted my buns?
b-tch i gotta make some runs
cut that fake sh-t, n-ggas cover sh-t up like they nuns
cut it you b-tch you is ugly, is you a human or monkey?
hoes kiss my -ss cause my donkey
all of you b-tches are fugly
smokin’ on dough like a junky
b-tches could hate, but can’t touch me
(can’t touch me b-tch)

[talking]
period, m-th-f-ckas need to cut it out
every f-ckin’ body
cut it and shut it the f-ck down
cut it out, shut it down

- queen key

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