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doughboyz cashout - cut from a different cloth lyrics

(hook)
have you ever seen a hundred grand?
scruffed in a duffle bag?
have you ever seen c-ke, n-gg-?
or look down at teresa, seen the falls, n-gg-?
we cut from a different cloth
we cut from a different cloth
why’d a n-gg- get lost?
there’s no comparison,
we cut from a different cloth

(verse)
we cut from a different cloth
stones all in my big face
shining all in your b-tch face
stop making today my sick day
everyday my rich day
you n-gg-s squirrel like a big shape(?)
never seen no brick, though
never had no crack spot, but you
rap about that sh-t, though
sit down on my patio
with a slim chick and a fattie, though
reminisce of the old days, when i hear rock
in my old chains
had a doze spat before a mustache
when i had a coupe, you had a bus p-ss
i stood back while you cut gr-ss
teen mate away, i f-ck fast
at a hotel with no b-tch, though
just a lot of work and my pistols
my cuz, though, tryna get flow
after this, though, i’mma get low
serving killers all in the trenches
ride up at the club, jumping out the benz
i was in the game when you was riding b-tches
right then came to my car
get away from my padded green
used to fit, but fat done means(?)
my benz is clean, that’s real, mate,
with that amphetamine
have these boys to sell the thing
unless you come to sell a dream
we do it here, we lost n-gg-s
can’t f-ck with us
our cloth different!

(hook)

(verse)
i don’t play games, don’t incite me!
yeah, you rap and get cash, but you ain’t like me
and we made 100 on set and runs
came humble, seven guns
luke already has six, n-gg-
all we drop is cl-ssics
you tripping, girl, you f-cking with the h-ll, b-tch!
double rock, ask around, clean up that mill sh-t
b-lls to the day, pretty smithy and the fence
that light is going red, he’s got a black -ss, go to jail
i shoot up them dumb -sses, i be on that real sh-t
first, a person, (???)
…
so calm down, got a deal with them choppers, ease up hundred rounds
and if i got ’em going ‘gain i sort of want them heard me
my man, gatti a gangsta, show out to betti,
you know where my n-gg-s front
don’t approach where we hunt
you don’t do the sh-t that i do, ballet ain’t f-cking cool!

- doughboyz cashout lyrics

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