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blac youngsta – cut up (remix) lyrics

[intro: blac youngsta]
broke boy gon’ run if he ain’t gettin’ no money (run)

[chorus: blac youngsta & tory lanez]
cut up, cut up, cut up (ooh), uh, ooh (wh0r-)
cut up, cut up, act a fool, ooh
cut up, cut up, -ss loose, ooh
cut up, cut up, that’s my boo, ooh
cut up, cut up (ooh), swimming pool (wh0r-)
cut up, cut up, shake it, ooh (ooh)
cut up, cut up, make a move (ooh)
cut up, cut up (tory)

[verse 1: tory lanez]
broke -ss n-ggas talkin’ sh-t but they funny
stripper naked b-tch, i need from monday to monday
don’t walk [?], spendin’ no money (don’t do it)
you threw less than a stack, why the f-ck did you come then? (why?)
you don’t f-ck wit’ broke n-ggas? baby, neither do i (neither do i)
p-ssy good, i flew her to the four season, dubai (season, dubai)
last night, my favorite stripper said she need a new client
i look at her like “b-tch, i’m the reason you fly”
ayy, ice-cream man, i’m a cold motherf-cker, man
i hit it, hit the dash but this sh-t not the dougie, man
my money in advance ‘fore i walk in the club, man
have lemon peppered wings, hookah, drinks and rubber bands, i’ma-

[chorus: blac youngsta]
cut up, cut up, cut up (ooh), uh, ooh (wh0r-)
cut up, cut up, act a fool, ooh
cut up, cut up, -ss loose, ooh
cut up, cut up, that’s my boo, ooh
cut up, cut up (ooh), swimming pool (wh0r-)
cut up, cut up, shake it, ooh (ooh)
cut up, cut up, make a move (ooh)
cut up, cut up (he back)

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
when i’m at the shake joint them lil b-tches be throwin’ it (pay for it)
you ain’t ‘lowed to come in if you ain’t bringin’ ones in (broke boy)
broke boy gon’ run if he ain’t gettin’ no money (run)
broke ho can’t come if she ain’t havin’ fun then (thot)
i’m in this b-tch ’til the mornin’, don’t let the sun in (sh-t)
if you my b-tch, how you let ’em break up our bond then? (fake)
i’m so ratchet, i might wife a stripper on gang for real (gang gang)
when i’m in your city, tell them strippers i’m back for real (he back)

[verse 3: g-eazy]
word musta got out that it’s a rapper that’s in the club
’cause all the strippers flockin’ to gerald, they show me love
i just took out twenty bands, now i’m hopin’ that it’s enough
throw a hunnid at a time, grab another, just throw it up (yeah)
throw it, throw it, throw it, i’m throwin’ this paper still
at eleven ’til eleven, they m and i’m ragin’ still
yeah, her body’s on tsunami, don’t care if it’s fake or real
’cause results are results, i’m f-ckin’ wit’ it, for real
i’ma choose one then we back to the telly (ayy)
i’m tryna f-ck, then order food, then watch belly (you know?)
beat it up like bam, bam, bam, ayy
beat it up like bam, bam, bam, yee, gerald

- blac youngsta lyrics

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