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cuffin’ season (prod. pluto) - sir elliot lyrics

[intro] tag
listen up pluto

[hook]
if you tip a hoe she get all nasty
she ain’t really bout’ her sh-t being s-ssy
she a boujee b-tch slash cl-ssy
her heart fragile yeah that sh-t gl-ssy
she’d die for me like she’d die for a xanny
i’d rather win a wife than a grammy
if i fall in love please come and hang me
you know why because i ain’t going be happy

[verse]
ooh where the ladies at
with their -sses out
when they see the cash bet that sh-t going lash out
yeah more cash in, less cash out
spent the money on some drugs yeah she depressed now
we goin be the sh-t, most talked about
own a couple bricks time to step it up a notch
oh yeah its cuffin season, you can be my cop
then we chill at the crib and you gimme top
yeah your b-tch is a freak lil n-gg-
she hopping on my d-ck gold digger
your b-tch blow me good like a cigar
i’m pull her back just like a trigger

[post hook]
i hop inside a lamb later on i hop out
i did the same at school, man i’m going drop out
if a n-gg- come in just know i ain’t goin fight
but it ain’t no matter cause i keep her as a side

[verse 2]
you said that you don’t want me
so just get the f-ck off me
no need to show up at the party
cause i love it when you call me

- sir elliot lyrics

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