Lyrics:
cuttin loose
We not cuttin loose from the tight rope
On the way to the top with a tight flo
Big boss on the rise is what I know
Bad bitches by my side I'm
yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
thats rude)
Freshman year bottles on the shelf
Cuttin ya off for my mental health
Call me Bernie Sanders here to spread the wealth
Got it with the team
Mad fashion, Dont Tag Em, Im tearin up the scene outta random
Drift the whip to the porch of morgue, Bernie loose, no remorse, just toetag em
Im
no business
Be my witness, said that I wasn't a star
dummy opinion gotta be kiddin,
listen, just the beginning, cuttin through the system but they do
fatherless child, out of the vile
Hands down, dance over the drums, James Brown
General Gemstar, Custard blade
Cut you for the roughage
You can't ketchup, you
dodgin' bullshit like "Ole!"
Thinkin' back when bitches wasn't tryna give me no play
They on me now, but you already know that like Ro James
All my favorite
This is for all the fucken freaky women out there
Sometimes you gotta let loose man
And be the freakiest nigga alive yeah
You so freaky (Oohh)
Let me tell you something my friend
Hope is a dangerous thing
Hope can drive a man insane
Its got no use on the other side
You better get used
Yo, I ain't emmitt till
I aint taking no vacation with my drive just for dying by the wheel
Dragged thru the roads that was paved for my travel
In the cotton field pickin’ all dat (Cotton)
No talkin’ back, get hanged (Rotten)
Strange fruit, limbs hang too (God)
Nat Turner tried to break loose
Took her downtown like its Hard Rock
Groovy
That nigga lame he a goofy
Tried listenin' to that shit but he lose me I made this shit with no loose
somethin new at ya
We got little John on the d r u m s, get busy
(drum roll) , aw on the keys my man James
What you doin back there?
(piano plays) , aw yeah
down by my waist
Her body arching out love the shape
Never got cotton mouth she a lake
Like how she ride it wild with no breaks
I lay back and watch
Of domestic abuse
It's no excuse
cnd now he lives a life
On his own
c recluse
c waste of space
His mom shoulda swallowed
But let loose
He hung himself with his
physically
That don't mean I'm not affected by the history
My grandmama was a slave, that shit gets to me
And you ain't got no motherfucking sympathy, you
loot youknowI'msayin'?
(What, what?) Fuck why'all (What?) youknowI'msayin'?
[Treach]
You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
Cause every
Niggas wanna say they got it locked down
Bitch I’ma screw loose
Saying that they running with soldiers
Them niggas is goof-troops
Spinning heads
the crib and my favourite spot by the sink, ah
Two shooters, gotta stay in sync
Hoes takin' sly pics
I don't wanna link
I really bought the nappers out
spent that times two on you
Caught myself cuttin' you loose, then I pop back up like peek-a-boo
Here I go, flyer than most, Louis V coat (that's high)
And the passion's gone by
And I feel my soul grow
I can't do this no more
Baby, you're my, my
Baby, baby
Oh baby
I thought y'all niggas knew
Your bitch wore down
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
Discuss these no cuttin loose by james cotton Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In