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letra de cut it - willtharapper

[intro]
willtharapper n-gg-
beat bully 3
i ain’t doing sh-t for free so n-gg- cut a check
give a f-ck about a vest
we aimin’ at ya neck

[verse 1]
b-tch how i dab respect
weed in my lungs got me high as a jet
oh that’s your dirty [?]
pull up at the show with a iron in the vet
throw this d-ck like a catcher your b-tch playing fetch
when she tells you it’s no got your b-tch saying yes
send her back to your house with a stain on her dress
and my kids [?] when my neighbor return
and this game i finesse cause i’m f-cking sh-t up
and these rap n-gg-s skinny as african kids
ain’t no verse for the free
want a verse off of me i might know you
but yeah i’m still texting sh-t
i don’t look for no help do this this sh-t by myself
never look towards a n-gg- or asked him for sh-t
and the ops that we bought [?]
i can count on the times they went back on their strip
keep a strap on my him don’t be dumb dummy
they perp on me they’ll run from me
these b-tches don’t want me they want my money
they dirty birds won’t get a crumb from me
get the f-ck honey i was never sweet
n-gg-s hotter than summer time legacies
then finesse a few boys out they salaries
i don’t give a f-ck a i just let em be

[verse 2]
n-gg-s bluffin’ over twitter tell they -ss to cut it
we see they -ss in public then
they try to switch the subject
we do no talking with these n-gg-s
f-ck their beef or fussing
they see beef but nothing happen
f-ck they beef for nothing
n-gg-s be lurching my n-gg-s be lurking
i swear we ain’t cut from the same cloth
you disrespect we hurt your neck
don’t give a f-ck what your chain cost
i [?] three like his brain off
go dumb on the track nock the train off
me losing a b-tch ain’t the same laws
as me losing my cans i just lay low
mock up a money it’s raised for
talk about the grams in the [?]
looks like he lurch around new n-gg-s
he just might put his hands on your -ss
pager be checking if he catch you liking
he might put his hands on your stash
that junk out the glock you [?] on the block
he might get that on yo -ss
my dope be the strongest
my money the longest
she hooked on my d-ck like it’s [?]
she told me it’s bright she’s blind by the light
there’s ice on my wrist like it’s sonics
the forty go talk the f go speak
i swear that she sound like ebonics
one day he this the next day he dead
either way i’m not responding
i told them n-gg-s to cut it
before i just slide on they block
just like f-ck it
won’t do no fussing i send a hallow his way
it’s coming he better duck it
if he got shot then he nothing
boy f-cking leak he be gushing
ambulance coming for nothing
it ain’t not need ain’t no rushing
he got his -ss peeled like an onion
he shouldn’t be bluffing

- willtharapper

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