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letchu know - kutt calhoun lyrics

[verse 1: kutt calhoun]
you gotta love it
distribute to the public
my music so underground, it stand under harrioet tubman
it’s a sin just to love it
likely cursed when it’s coming
and kutt is taking over, like ohpra winfry’s beloved
i’m a graduate of thuggin
drinking and selling drugs
round here we keep the burners
women, we call them lovers
my whole team blooding
granted, a couple crips, but it’s family
that’ll take out a whole family of n-gg-s
give a f-ck about a b-tch
government born snitch
i’m with n-gg-s that selling dope for a hustle to feed they kids
i just sit back and peek as they loading, watch them roll
kick those every weekend
hold the gs to see them
my city is kept a secret
that’s why n-body knows about kanzis city’s eletest
that’s why n-body blows about the 816
cause ain’t sh-t seen
we knowing about the slab, and we knowing about the lean
and we knowing about the hifey, and knowing about the stove
we knowing about them east side boys that get it crunk
my city is on the fense tip, repping it everyday
we knowing about the deaths of fat tone and mac dre
before i leave, there’s something i gotta say
strange music is about to be considered the new wave
of hip hop music, to dish out uses
wish y’all could see me out in public, imma flip my duces
b-tch!

[verse 2: snug brim]
this kan city, let me show you how we rocking that
mix dimes, quarters and os to keep our pockets fat
poppin that, clutching it, stop funking, we blocking that
get your weed, money and hustle, then holler back
time, i got time for smash
off in the city, grabbing them packs
tryna stack enough spread to make it, putting 816 on the map
you see the ryms, you see the jewels
look through the shades when i’m busy, you see the juice
all these b-tches around me, you know the news
this new sh-t is official, this how we do
all flame, i got my rag around my rib, don’t fear you
keep the 15s on 50 so i can’t hear you
you n-gg-s got a clear view
cross me, and you’re fish food
floating by the bank of the rib, we get them chips through
i go hard on the paint
i’m 22, selling 28s, just tryna get some change

- kutt calhoun lyrics

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