paroles de chanson Cut Up - Henri B. Styles

Hmmm, hey yeah
(Hey yeah)
Hmmm, yeah, yeah
Da, da, da, da, da, da
(Da, duh)
Da, da, da, da, da, da
(Da, duh)
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Uh

Fine like China, Hotter than a sauna
Get it from her mama
She ain't with the drama
Upscale, Top notch
Eating Benihana
Vintage, designer
Talk to her proper

Talk to me nicely
Said that shit precisely
A bitch can get real feisty
Lil nigga try me
If you can even find me
Probably in the cut
Scheming on a whole stunt
My mind gone, I'm off a whole blunt

Smoking on gelato, voice on vibrato
Switch it up, High note
Need my money pronto
Like right now
No I ain't piping down bitch
My time is money, so with me an
Elevator pitch

Get with it, Get left
Can't stress
Take a bitch from an eh, made a solid 10
Once I let him taste once
He gon come again
Ha, ha, ha
He'll probably run again

Cruising on the highway
Bitches looking sideways
Niggas wanna downplay
Cause shit is going my way
Nigga I'm a highstake
Fucking with me, is fucking elite
Bitches know that you can't compete
It sounds like a reach
But let me teach you a bit of something
You think I got it all
But a bitch, came from nothing
I ain't even fronting
All you niggas, lunching
Innovative mind, God created something
Hit a 360, aging like wine
Got these niggas stressing
Cause they want a little time
I'm a dime, super star-a
Don't waste my time
On some heavy diva shit
A heavy diva trick
Once I enter then you sit
From an angel, to a rebel quick
I'm on boss shit
I'm ready to floss this
ready to rock this
Pop this, Hot shit
I'm on some hard shit

I'm ready to cut up
(Cut up)
They waiting on me, just to fuck up
(Fuck up)
They swear I'm so stuck up
They swear I'm so stuck up
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oops, hee hee, could I do it again?)