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gucci mane - cut it lyrics

cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
your price is way too high, you need to cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
your price is way too high, you need to cut it
run up them bands on the regular
hittin’ my plug on the celly, yeah
tell my ex b+tch that i’m sorry
imma skate off in the ‘rari
keep 36 by my side
imma go bake me a pie
keep 45 on my side
f+ck with my n+ggas, you die
all of my n+ggas say blood
all of my n+ggas say cuz
ot, i found me a plug
i got it straight out the mud
keep it a hundred, no bullsh
i fell in love with the drugs
bustin’ it down in the tub
pay me my money in dubs
water whippin’, lookin’ like i’m fishin’
baseball in kitchen, with my arm i’m pitchin’
rolie on, it’s glistenin’, and my darling, kissin’
n+ggas steady trippin’ so i’m steady grippin’
dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
i don’t f+ck with phony, ’bout to sell a pony
all thеse n+ggas on me, all thesе b+tches on me
say my price is good, motherf+cker, show me
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
your price is way too high, you need to cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
your price is way too high, you need to cut it
went and bought a 911 with my trap money
a million up but still ain’t never touch my rap money
i’m out in la f+ckin’ with that boy ot
flew to la, got a plug on that og
you know i’ve been gettin’ money if you know me
when i first met my plug, i told him i p+ss a hundred gs
i ain’t comin’ to get it unless you got a hundred piece
i don’t want it, f+ck it, your price, you need to cut it
your ice, you need to tuck it, she f+ck with me, she lucky
a half a million, all 20s in that gucci luggage
let’s skip the small talk, it’s time to talk numbers
young n+gga playin’ with commas, might go get a lamb for the summer
i’ve been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin’
my n+gga beefin’ then i’m beefin’, wrong or right i’m bustin’
my traphouse, i love it
put some forgis on my old school and i had to gut it
but should i put a roof in?
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
your price is way too high, you need to cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
your price is way too high, you need to cut it

- gucci mane lyrics

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