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in the cut - advm lyrics

[verse 1]
got yo b-tch down
got yo b-tch sucking d-ck
sit on the ground
yo girls lovin it
yeah i’ve been f-ckin it
got nuggets mclovin it
yeah imma eat
yeah i’m never gon stop
i’m never gon sleep
hit yo b-tch then i skeet
pull up martese in the cut
you already know what’s up
i don’t give a f-ck
hit yo b-tch then i nut
when i’m chillin on the river
you girl want me i deliver
and i’m finna smash
then i’ll count my racks
i just spent two bricks
and spent it on my wrist
i’m k!llin it
with my boys yeah we conquer
smokin loud in new york call it yonker
smokin reefer in the clouds
i can’t even hear the sound
comin out my own mouth
ah
i’m too f-ckin geeked
i’m talking bout sh-t that i don’t need
pull in up smokin with martese
i’m so lifted
talented and gifted
i’m on my own, un-ssisted
got my chief, i’m addicted
always flex my wrist, new freezer
i’ve been stacking bands from lil caesar
yo b-tch too geeked from the 2 liter
try to introduce, but i won’t meet her
she give me head, mediocre
wouldn’t choke her
she a toker
gotta represent to the smokers
gettin lucky four clover
smoking gr-ss, lawn mower
came twice but it’s not over
jesus christ i’m never f-ckin sober
i ain’t like that
i won’t fight that
stand up for the right facts
ace the test, back to back
ya d-ck lookin like a tic tack
i’ll never switch back for no ho
always lookin out for my bros
i put it in her mouth and she choke
she want some mo
now she tryna please me
when i ski, i’m st–zy
puffin all that loud and i’m wheezing
she give out dome, i’m receiving
(i’m out)

[verse 2]
yeah he’s out
catching some clout
fishing for trout
water the spout
you know what i’m bout
stop giving me mouth
we posted down south
she’s screaming, she loud
we puffing no clouds
my shows got a croud
she’s a model i’m proud
all my girls want me take vows
(i’m out)

[verse 3]
copped a bad b-tch
we livin lavish
all my sh-t ain’t average
skirt the whip like a savage
sip a beverage
grab a c0ke grab a lime then i do a line
do some c0ke and my eyes white
rip the bowl, take a dab and i feel high
takeoff finna fly a kite
grab the vodka and mix with sprite
we goin all night
never stop til you’re b-tch give me slop top
give me head it’s non stop
f-ck you up wit my glock
f-ck the cops
alt-tude on the mountain tops
in the whip we finna hotbox

[verse 4]
(hot box)
(yeah)
hot box i took your girl and she pop rocks
she pop rocks
yeah hot box
i took your girl and she pop rocks
you know i’m talking i won’t stop
i bought her a gucci crop top
this whole album on the charts, and yours flopped
my wrist
we bumping new freezer
i think i need her
we bought 2 seeders
she sprosing like ceder
my cars a two seater
we smoking like heater
i think i need her
hot box i took your girl and she pop rocks
pop rocks and i took your girl and she pop rocks
yet hot box
hot box
i took your girl and she pop rocks

- advm lyrics

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