Lyrics:
fuck tapes
Where bitches shoving everything
And the kitchen sink up in they cupcake
Ruthless like O'Shea and Andre
In the early days
Cutting edge like
cutting out on you
One Last Look
Now you're in trouble
Ain't it a shame?
One Last Look
Caught you under cover with
Some other lover
Now I'd be a fool
beef above thirty
But man are too bloodthirsty
Left that club drunk without the rum
Knife work, man's cutting out early
Yup, y'all don't know nothing
Well I'm tired of living in this city
It's too fast and too noisy and too loud
And they keep cutting up each patch
its spiceberg slim soprano
puffin on indo, put a slug up in yo ass and have you
singing soprano, it's the muthafuckin boss I been known
to kill em off
the weight room
No barber I gotta get my shape up
A war could pop off any day soon
All I can see is these bars
This steel gonna feel my pain soon
No pain, no
Measuring once, cutting it twice
Click it back in, nearly as nice
Sorting it out, stacking up piles
Take it back down, error by trial
Stuck in
opposed
Cutting away, breaking a sweat, through the forest we'll get Making allies and seeing new places, we won't forget
New adventures
Carried on to a new
don't get dimes off
Why is yo bitch on my balls? If it's up
We sending 223s through his drywall
Wipe his nose
I be running with some slimeballs
Said it's
Hit up my plug when I need it
He fleeding the scene
That celebrity treatment (right)
Calming him down when it's heated (let's go)
Taking off just like
even recognize you anymore
Try to put you down like an old dog to sleep
Cut your branches off but you’re a dying tree
The doctors came and pulled
Crawled around in the woods
Cutting legs from the snakes
I'd sell my sisters
Gone off to the mountain side
And I don't, and I don't, and I don't want
Crawled around in the woods
Cutting legs from the snakes
I'd sell my sisters
Gone off to the mountain side
And I don't, and I don't, and I don't want
he must be bluffin'
Me, I'm from the M, a couple cuttings and some guns are bussin'
Half a ticket for a crib I don't live in, I just come to fuck in
voice, my head
I gotta get her off of my mind
She lies, those thighs
I know I'm not the only one
I can't give up
You ain't giving me no reason
the dark
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
Along
Devlin, yeah
Wretch 32 in the building
Let's take it back there, time to go in
Tell 'em Wretch, tell 'em Wretch
I'm on some off with your head
know nothing bout me
You gon' find what you wasn't looking for
Chorus
Watch me or throw it off I ain't right
Bitch I do something
I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up
Visual bruises can be covered with makeup
But down to the core I'm all bruises
My little whore gives
next thing you know you telling me 'bout making a song
come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong
pissed off 'cause reality is making us
ain't stopped
Feedin the same fuckers killen us
And that's pissin me off
No I ain't come here to be no target
But that's what you make me
And I'm
Chainsaw running in the dead of the night
I'm cutting up some bodies
A dinner delight
I hit them with a hammer, watch them die
Its chainsaw
gonna hate when I arise to the occasion
You ran off with ? hide in the basement
Could study your whole life just trying to taste it
We rat pack take over
Fresh off the plane and played with no rest
No gang, so I came in the game with no vest
I keep it simple life officially free
(Right?)
Rolling up tobacco
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