paroles de chanson Cut Em Off - Quik4K

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Yuh
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Yuh
Yuh
Hold on, Hold on
Got my wrist
Got my wrist
Got my wrist up
Got my wrist up, Fist up, Yea they keep on askin' money man for some pictures
Real stuff, Diamonds hittin' two tone, Yea they big enough
All these groupie lame hoes had to cut em off
Cut em off, Cut em off, Cut em off (Yea)
Cut em off, Cut em off, Cut em off (Yea)
Yea we NYC for the fashion week (Yuh)
With some big ass grills that's why she textin' me (Oh what)
Her man ain't right she need another me
IG model baddie get the best of me, best of me
I been cookin' up ain't no recipe, recipe
I been throwin' back all this ecstasy, ecstasy (Woo)
Baby we is not the same I count up bankroll
Shawty know how to get fuckin' low like a damn pro
Treat her real good (Treat her real good)
Buy her new bags
Buy her new ass (Oh yuh)
I got five on my ass, I got five on my ass
Bitch I hope we don't crash (Yuh)
Hold on, Hold on
Got my wrist
Got my wrist
Got my wrist up
Got my wrist up, Fist up, Yea they keep on askin' money man for some pictures
Real stuff, Diamonds hittin' two tone, Yea they big enough
All these groupie lame hoes had to cut em off
Cut em off, Cut em off, Cut em off
Cut em off, Cut em off, Cut em off
Yea we NYC for the fashion week (Yuh)
With some big ass grills that's why she textin' me (Oh what)
Her man ain't right she need another me
IG model baddie get the best of me, best of me
I been cookin' up ain't no recipe, recipe
I been throwin' back all this ecstasy, ecstasy