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peewee longway - cut like me lyrics

[intro:]
(longway, longway, blue on my end, b-tch)
we made it clear
cut from a different cloth
this cloth, can only be found in select areas..
(you ain’t cut like me.. what cloth were you cut from?)

[hook:]
these n-ggas be screaming they with the sh-t
these n-ggas be screaming they gangster
these n-ggas be screaming that trap sh-t
be the same n-ggas, that scream out your name
these n-ggas ain’t cut like me
these n-ggas ain’t cut like me
these n-ggas ain’t cut like me
these n-ggas ain’t cut like me
these n-ggas be screaming they with the sh-t
these n-ggas be screaming they gangster
these n-ggas be screaming that trap sh-t
be the same n-ggas, that scream out your name
these n-ggas ain’t built like me
these n-ggas ain’t built like me
these n-ggas ain’t built like me
these n-ggas ain’t built like me

[verse 1:]
you see me that on me lil n-gga
no hesitation i squeeze on the trigger(pow, pow, pow!)
with no co-defendant that 40 my n-gga
trapping in the trenches, callaso living.(trap, trap, trap)
why me work that b-tch, her name mrs. bentley
p-ssy n-gga, get interrogated go snitch
these n-ggas ain’t really with the traplife sh-t
working all the time, they telling on sh-t
ain’t got no convo for bales or a brick
keep the cash i ain’t trying to get in paperwork
these n-ggas ain’t sh-t like me. (like wee)
catch your b-tch, and she dropping her panties first
these n-ggas ain’t sh-t like me
i’m cut from a whole ‘nother cloth
run the sack up, stash it, no i ain’t go ball
i keep me two pistols, no undo at all
and a b-tch so we can go work out the spot

[hook:]

[verse 2:]
i really ain’t feeling your gangster my n-gga
they did cut you from the same blanket my n-gga
crippin with 50, don’t hang with no w-ngsta
shoot some sh-t up until we see bodybags
you can pull up to my spot we sell nothin but bags
foreigns on foreigns with the paper tags
i run up them bands so don’t go out sad
i talk on the phone because it might be the fed
trying to purchase it but i end the call on his -ss
i thought you were gangster, now you tell the twelve
i had to relocate the spot on their -ss
trappin the same old sh-t just a different mailman
same clientele with the same old scale
these lil n-ggas ain’t cut like me, can’t you tell?
they screaming that sh-t
i’m really with that sh-t
pull up where you at?
i’ll flip your sh-t!

[hook:]

- peewee longway lyrics

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