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Cut Her Off by K-Camp

Them boys wearing fake belts They drink fake lean Niggas smoking synthetic, huh Bitches dropping like, swish, Ricky Pitino 50 racks on the corner, think it's casino Hoes thinking I'm boojie, when I'm smoking on gucci All my shoes be Gucci, I got a mill for Lil Boosie Double M on the rise, duct tape on my pistol So you won't be surprised, it's time to make this official Got a bitch on the East, got a bitch on the West When I'm eating the box, I let her sit on my chest You know I love her a lot, she let me fuck on my yacht Rolling dice with my niggas, a half a ticket, the pot I blew a brick out in Reno, Uncle Paulie casino Niggas shot up my car, walk away like Benzino Percocets for myself, I feel a hundred degrees Niggas getting that money, bust it down with your team From the Chevy to Bentley, from the Bentley to Rolls It may seem like we do, we never loving them hoes It gotta add up tonight, we call it simple mathematics Transfers and wires, that happen under the mattress Niggas shoot for the stars, pray a larger amount Niggas thought I was slipping, I got a grip on the South It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off So what you saying ho? You Know I'm the man ho? Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho Heard you got a man ho Hope he understand though You ain't nothing but a creeper baby, I'm just saying, though Saying, though It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off Creeping on the low, hope your man don't see She will bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas Baby, you can't hold back, better stop flexing like you not Your man tryna patrol then I guess he is a cop But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot But I done had enough cause you making my shit hot Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell yo ass 'bout that? Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that? Can you play around with that mouth while he hit it from the back? You can't say nothing now cause we all been through that, through that You know that ain't a real bag bitch, that's a knock off When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce All swimmin pool lakefront Hit it from the back, rearrange her lace front Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidney If I don't like that ho I turn her ass into a frisbee If I dont like your disc I turn that ho into a frisbee I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy's Three cellphones and all of 'em jumpin' I can see your hoes and all em' nothing Yeah I'm a don don', Don Cheadle, Don Cornelius Watch the Dom spill Pockets fat as Don Carter Jeter, nigga, done deal! Baby I'm ashamed, why you acting this way? Heard she 'bout that action, you can bring her this way Hit her on yo mattress, make you feel some type of way Pass her to my migos, they gonna bust it, ¡Andale! Please don't play no games cause I know thats what you like Knock it out the frame, baby girl, it's alright Yeah that pussy bomb, I just call it dynamite You ready? Here I come, I can do this shit all night