Lyrics:
that NOLA I thought I already told ya
Standin at they door 4 deep like Jehovah
Got cutters inna back
Got cutters inna rover
Got cutters inna Lac
We got
I'm a puppet on a string
Tracy Island, time-traveling
Diamond cutter-shaped heartaches
Come to find you four in some velvet morning
Years too
that cutter, we got that Chevy sittin' low
And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door
Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon'
who gon' die today? (Bitch ass nigga)
Stretch him in the road, red like Rudolph (boom boom boom)
Take his ass up top, bet that cutter knock his
just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones
Take
Catch me in that chevy
Riding on them cutters
My leather real soft
Like im sittin on budda
Catch me in that chevy
Riding on them cutters
My leather
for her end
She dirtied the sky
With things that could barely fly
And even took pride in it
The cutters dance that this crafter danced
Was too
sheesh, (mumbles) sheesh,
Moonrock and cutter, many many commas
Talkin' to her mother, and she help me bomb her
We got the club jumpin', if it's P
the window
Crash
Like gods
A room
Full of delicate cutters
All sitting down, the room has many doors
All but one of them are closed
She goes around
This for my nigga Whop Bezzy
On my fucking gun
I ain't gon' waste no time on this bitch
Hop out with that cutter, let it bang and knock yo' leg
put that pole baby
Mini Draco cutter
I'm a hustilin', thuggin', menace, millions motherfucker
She wan' ride on me, oh, woah, woah, woah
And I had
Big cutter that I bought for my big brother
That bitch slice a nigga neck just like butter
Pull up on a nigga block burnin' rubber
And you know we
cutter lays them all to waste
The hope, the power and the glory are yours, in daisy cutter's holy name
AMEN
The tomb we walk concedes we're done
Gaping
Cutter lays them all to waste
The hope, the power, and the glory are yours
In Daisy Cutter's holy name amen
The tomb we walk concedes we're done
Gaping
Ritual, sigil hauuughh
Yeah (Hauntaholics) haaahhh (Real Haunted Mound)
Ritual, sigil
My cutter spill blood like a ritual
Ritual, sigil
Where
and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, box cutter (cutter
I keep a cutter won't stress now
I keep a cutter won't stress now
I'm smoking on gas lose my breath now
Smoking on gas lose my breath now!
Hel-bound
Metal, crude, glass and sand
Feel that thirst, deep from the land
Hit up Cutters down the street,
40 riyals in my hand
Miss her stride, miss her
to Salome
To be the champion of lost causes
To be the cutter of the losses
Or just to let sleeping dogs lay
I might be worse for wear
But darling, I
my vros, smokin' on a Port
Pull up to the show, just to pull ya ho
Wassuuup vro, got that cutter on my hip
Slide that boy like butter if you fucking
Shorty got the vibe and a lil wavy
She work fi me on every hour of the day
Girl you bad and boujee
Got my tin cutter Inna zone where mandem’s
curse myself for being cheap
I've never got my car washed
I just wait until the rain falls
I've never been good at being complete
I'm a corner cutter
The hourglass is turning
On a shore of iron, cutters, and clippers
Paper, rock, rock, paper, and scissors
On a road of skulls their story moves on
It's
want to sing your name
Vanzetti sold fish around the Plymouth Harbor
Sacco was a shoe factory's best shoe-cutter
All of my sons and all f my daughters
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