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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cutlery
The Cutlery
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros
Songwriter
Tigerz
Tigerz
Composer
Blanka
Blanka
Composer

Lirik

Now how come I ain't made it yo Ain't no play when stakes is low Lady luck don't own no apron Hey but that filet she owe Tryna eat I'm climbing steep hills Hollywood sign high as steeples Ain't got no time to sleep Well that's why I ain't kind to sheep Still they out there finding futons Millionaires if counting coupons Scuse my French ain't got no moutons Fuck you and your croutons Little bread middle men Might be eating still ain't fed Got a Beat I'll juice you in it Michael Keaton's little head Diane Keating Woody Allen Keep them in their wooden beds High end sneakers what he styln Feet ain't ever stood for shit At the mall spending senseless Killing for them silly trends At my core vet'ing you Princes Till you more than little red You ain't fucking with my bars Why you're homies acting funny If I've offered you a round Only cus I'm acting Sunny Light you up when you in town Don't you know I got them keys Shoulda kept that drinking down Now you's can't leave 5 foot 4 but that don't stress me I go Pesci I go lefty Why go test me you'll go nighty Find the whole time I was righty I ain't lying I ain't silent Violence got no height requirements Go ahead and talk that shit My whole life been fighting giants Tell me what your words say I can go the nerd way Flip you with so many verbs Damn I got absurd play She say I ain't got a thing She blame it all on my rapping I'm thinking we got a flame Guess its just a box of matches My rapping got her that ring Guess its just for boxing matches Everybody acts the same When money is their top attraction What is wrong with cutting songs My Poppa was cutting lawns My Momma a cocktail waitress Tell me where their son belongs If what I want ain't what I need How the fuck can I proceed You follow then you swallow That's the only way that you'll succeed Damn I'm just so immature Rhymes like that well I'm too old Damn I feel so miniature This time I gotta finally grow Yes I gotta finally go Yes I got an apron on I'll be doing as I'm told And serving you filet mignon
Writer(s): Jason Christopher Medeiros, Pascal Luvisi, Guillaume Roger Gerard Jousselin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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