Dalszövegek
Cut It Out Career Shit

anything and give i stole a purse shot a cop joined the mob it?s much more legit than living career life bored to death we live in career shit

getting in and you know we gotta do it and take it to another place gotta taste it and I gotta grab it and I gotta cut all through this traffic just

always saying some shit You say I'm playing, I'm never laying the dick Saying blah, blah, blah 'cause I don't care who you are in this bar It only matters

drop dead, was it? Or was it, cause them bitches wrote him off Little hussy ass fusses, cause f-ck it, guess it doesn't matter now, does it What difference it make? What it

go opening your jibs 'Cause every time you do it's like an over load of fibs I ain't saying this shit again, ho, you know what it is It's a warning

see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe

It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you shit, nigga, garbage you's a rat Never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking

how you cut the cake It's cold as hell, I show and tell Weezy home, our nigga out of jail In this give or take world I got what it takes Put you out

love the kid (I, I get it) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey (Yeah) Whoa hey (I run New York) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey (I, I get it