Correction Paroles Cut Up (Remix) par Blac Youngsta

Featuring(s) : Tory Lanez & G-Eazy

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Paroles

Broke boy gon' run if he ain't gettin' no money (Run)

Cut up, cut up, cut up (Ooh, Lil Tory), uh, ooh (Whore)
Cut up, cut up, act a fool, ooh
Cut up, cut up, ass loose, ooh
Cut up, cut up, that's my boo, ooh
Cut up, cut up (Ooh), swimming pool (Whore)
Cut up, cut up, shake it, ooh (Ooh)
Cut up, cut up, make a move (Ooh)
Cut up, cut up (Lil Tory)

Broke ass niggas talkin' shit but they funny
Stripper naked bitch, I need from Monday to Monday
Don't walk up in the shake joint spendin' no money (Don't do it)
You threw less than a stack, why the fuck did you come then? (Why?)
You don't fuck with broke niggas? Baby, neither do I (Neither do I)
Pussy good, I flew her to the Four Season, Dubai (Season, Dubai)
Last night, my favorite stripper said she need a new client
I look at her like, "Bitch, I'm the reason you fly"
Ayy, ice-cream man, I'm a cold motherfucker, man (Shit, I'm a cold motherfucker)
I hit it, hit the dash but this shit not the dougie, man (But this shit not the dougie)
My money in advance 'fore I walk in the club, man ('Fore I walk in the club)
Have lemon peppered wings, hookah, drinks and rubber bands (Grr)
I'ma—

Cut up, cut up, cut up (Ooh), uh, ooh (Whore)
Cut up, cut up, act a fool, ooh
Cut up, cut up, ass loose, ooh
Cut up, cut up, that's my boo, ooh
Cut up, cut up (Ooh), swimming pool (Whore)
Cut up, cut up, shake it, ooh (Ooh)
Cut up, cut up, make a move (Ooh)
Cut up, cut up (He back)

When I'm at the shake joint them lil' bitches be throwin' it (Pay for it)
You ain't 'lowed to come in if you ain't bringin' ones in (Broke boy)
Broke boy gon' run if he ain't gettin' no money (Run)
Broke ho can't come if she ain't havin' fun then (Thot)
I'm in this bitch 'til the mornin', don't let the sun in (Shit)
If you my bitch, how you let 'em break up our bond then? (Fake)
I'm so ratchet, I might wife a stripper on gang for real (Gang gang)
When I'm in your city, tell them strippers I'm back for real (He back)

Ayy, word musta got out that it's a rapper that's in the club
'Cause all the strippers flockin' to Gerald, they show me love
I just took out twenty bands, now I'm hopin' that it's enough
Throw a hunnid at a time, grab another, just throw it up, yeah
Throw it, throw it, throw it, I'm throwin' this paper still
At eleven 'til eleven, they M and I'm ragin' still
Yeah, her body's on tsunami, don't care if it's fake or real
'Cause results are results, I'm fuckin' with it, for real
I'ma choose one then we back to the telly (Ayy)
I'm tryna fuck, then order food, then watch Belly (You know?)
Beat it up like bam, bam, bam, ayy
Beat it up like bam, bam, bam, yee, Gerald

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