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cut throat - dont trust us & bravo the bagchaser lyrics

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
i’m really cut throat
my n*ggas cut dope
i said bend it over for me, we gon’ f*ck more
she can’t take the d*ck, finna f*ck slow
put my pistol on the dresser, i don’t trust hoes
i done made like 60,000 off of one show
n*ggas took it to the neck, rocking gunsmoke
should’ve stayed quiet
on my side, the egle, boy, i ain’t hiding
hopping out that big body, like i’m joe biden
boyfriend caught her cheating, now the ho crying
me and bravo getting money, we don’t promote vilance
she could never be my b*tch, but the ho trying
h*lla slimey, chuck e. cheese, i got that pole by me
i’m outside every day, n*gga, come find me
i done ran me up a bag, this sh*t crazy
i ain’t even f*cking with her, but she pay me
n*gga

[verse 2: bravo the bagchaser]
i ain’t switch on you, you switched on me
remember sliding through the hood on e
i chase a bag all week, if it ain’t money, don’t disturb my peace
i dropped 20,000 on my piece
so i can’t deal with you, everybody ain’t gon’ be real with you
i’ma keep it real, tell myself
i got your faith right behind my belt
don’t try [?]
live a fast life, d*mn, i [?]
count a hundred in a wife beater
i ain’t bullsh*tting
if i’m in the building, then my tool in it
i got a lil bad b*tch, she [?] with it
and the p*ssy so good, i might shoot in it
and the crib so big, i got room in it
i got room in it
and the p*ssy so good, i might shoot in it
the crib so big, i got room in it
[verse 3: moneysign suede & peysoh]
f*ck rap, i’ma go and kick a door in
i got money, but i gotta bring more in
i’m [?] new foreign
same n*gga, still riding down [?]
[?] these n*ggas know i’m [?]
ain’t no sun overhere, this that dark side
you can still find me sliding down that one way
b*tch, i’m still the same n*gga, who ain’t with that gunplay?
i had it hard, i had it lovely overthere
can tell i’m from the street, [?] stare
lame n*gga, we gon’ put him in a prayer
cold heart, i could show you i don’t care
hard body knocked off, you n*ggas [?] over there
activated, young n*gga, better watch where you stare
i’m from that park gang, the f*ck i look like playing fair?
[?] opp n*ggas thought [?] whole sh*t getting teared
[?]
i had to get it by my lonely
i remember you ain’t [?] old me
where was you when i was in the county eating baloney?
[?]
i’m the n*gga in my city, i’m a trophy
[?] 03
you know my name [?] know me
i had that g shock, look, now i got a roley
i ain’t running from sh*t, unless they police
stop and stare, b*tches knowing i’m a trophy
deman in these streets, you ain’t tryna see the old me
[?] by myself, i be thugging by my lonely
i don’t trust sh*t but this 40
n*ggas capping with those bullsh*t ass stories
you turned into a snitch, but you used to be the homie

- dont trust us bravo the bagchaser lyrics

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