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The Game & Big Hit - Cutthroat (feat. TeeFLii) [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Big Hit
Big Hit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
Christian Joel Jones
Christian Joel Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis Sr.
Chauncey Hollis Sr.
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Dāvis Strauss
Dāvis Strauss
Mixing Engineer
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
NEXTWAVEZ
NEXTWAVEZ
Producer

Lyrics

(Hit-Boy) Cutthroat Cross all this for sure But you're still my bro (still my bro) Still my bro (still my bro) Cutthroat Cross all this for sure (yeah) Still my bro (still my bro) I don't play with niggas Never leave home without the k for niggas Got Goliath for you David niggas I'm really fresh, I won't even smoke a J with niggas And can't nobody outrap me, nope, not even your favorite niggas Out-of-town rappers on the 'Gram in LA with niggas But when it go bad, don't call my phone, I ain't savin' niggas Jesus died for your sins So why you leave so much room for the devil to slide in? Half a cup of lean mixed in with the Sprite Play, "Fuck them other niggas" The whole club gon' fight Yeah, bottles up, hoes down From Daygo all the way to Oaktown Red bandana right side of my Chrome Hearts Had to take the Benz 'cause the Lamborghini won't start It been sittin' too long like these starched khakis Ball on you niggas like it's March Madness She said a nigga too Cutthroat Cross all this for sure But you're still my bro (still my bro) Still my bro (still my bro) Cutthroat Cross all this for sure (yeah) Still my bro (still my bro) It's so brazy My homies actin' so shady And family ain't no better, always thinkin' shit gravy But kids so junky, but blood be cakin' Saved niggas lives, but niggas never thanked me Who with me in the struggle? On God, we 'bout to bubble But more riskin' life, callin' plays in a huddle Fuck we beefin' over? Fuck we funkin' for? We ain't even got enough bread to bury lil' bro God, please don't let me starve, I really don't wanna rob Really wasn't tryna scrap 'til I heard 'em call me slob Like a frog, jumped up, super locked out blood You know the odds when you're in sight a whole pack of dogs The Bible said it's like puttin' coals to fire on your head A gang of niggas owe me, but I still give 'em bread Mama's always said, "Why you fool with them hood niggas?" Said, "I don't know, guess I just see the good in niggas" Cutthroat Cross all this for sure, all this for sure (yeah) Still my bro, but you're still my (still my bro) Still my (still my bro) Still my (still my bro) Whoa (still my bro)
Writer(s): Chauncey Hollis, Chauncey Hollis Sr., Christian Joel Jones, Jayceon Terrell Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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