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tanasohunnit - cut like that (t-mix) lyrics

yeah wazzam??
b+tch, huh, yea, huh, yea, huh, yea, huh, yea
yeah
sohunnit
we put dem’ hollows on his ass, watch a n+gga burn up
brodie smoke opps, up out the pack
a n+gga they can’t f+ck with us
and if a n+gga feeling played
tell em’ b+tches come f+ck with something
gone think i finger f+ck the switch
the way this b+tch start actin’ up
and if yo ponta feelin’ played tell em’ b+tches go dig em’ up
got buku bullets for dem’ b+tches. who be actin,’ like they tough
you in the streets, you die a thug, ain’t showing love
n+ggas envy when you up dem’ b+tches got me twisted up
gonе think the reaper wrotе this b+tch
the way theses lyrics twisted up
think i’m from h+ll i split that flame and ion in it for the fame
got sticks as louder than band
got sticks as loud as major pain
brodie send em’ to the room, don’t take em’ serous
i be laughin’ in the b+tch like looney tunes
i gotta calculate my moves, cause if i slip up i might lose
like f+ck a obtuse, tryna get up close so, i can f+ckin’ pop you
better ask shhhh??
how we caught his stupid ass f+ckin’ lackin’
better be lucky we gave ya life back
brodie could’ve took ya life hat
up there n+ggas know it’s stuck there
schaumburg n+ggas know wussup there
schaumburg n+ggas know wussup there
schaumburg n+ggas know wussup there
n+gga play gone leave his ass stuck
overall theses n+ggas ain’t up there
just sum sh+t to let you know (yea)
i be coolin’ with sum 4’s you try to play they wipe yo nose
we in the cut just like sum xide, a n+gga played it’s homicide
a n+gga play then we slide, that’s why they, know to drop a dime
can’t hang with flukies on this side
a end to that cause they be dying
on top of that
they don’t got no mind
he always pickin’ f+ckin’ sides, he ain’t my kind do or die
that n+gga still ain’t one of mines
brodie a landlord he make sh+t move up out the f+ckin’ house
no he can’t say what’s on his mind
lil brodie got sum evil thoughts (yea)
they gone think he going insane, but all the above, he want a brain
behind his brudda he slangin,’ iron no he don’t need no f+kkin’ chain
can’t get no b+tch to set me up
tell em’ b+tches to catch up, he up that shhh and let it shhh
now tell the corners pick em’ up
now all his bruddas go to grevein,’ think we murkin’ for no reason
bro squeeze that trigger like febreze
a n+gga play and then squeeze, cause this b+tch came with a switch
and all we do is gotta squeeze, pull em’ side of em’
300. blackout make that n+gga f+kkin’ scream
bah, bah, bah, bah
that’s dem’ mother f+kkin’ shots,’ we hit his head then he drop (omg)
that’s d.o.a got that on lock

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