歌詞
Aye yo lemme cut up for yall a Lil bit
Mama told me get it so I got it
The ball was in my court and t
The time was running out
You know I shot it
Mama told me get her
So I got Her
She was bad like Ella may
I got the seven digits and her m
Macaroni poppin
Little mama told me that my
Flows go harder than a sauna in The summer time
Like Arizona Phoenix Suns
I'm trying to reach new Fahrenheits the heat is on
My flow Celsius I speak the sun
Cuttin up
Ima shake the game up like Milk chocolate
Yall intolerant to the lactose And the cheese
But I need all of it
I changed my game up
You changed ya plays up
You took the lay up
Leave me lone in the corner Ima put the tre' up
They gave me flours I got my Cake up
Yeah just like flowers I stank The place up
I got the booty and the loot and The cutie and we laid up
When we lovin she like oh God
So Now we prayed up
Lets get to grips like yall Hutchin on my stick
Smacking on my name like it Taste like licorice
Call me a clown cause im Penny wise act like I ain't it
Thats why yall aint rich
Cuttin up
Pay me ill bunny hop on any Track that you want
Don't play me im no guitar aint No strumming me on
Please Don't understate me like You are the one put me on
Blowing through yo heater oh So cold feel like freon
No wife beaters I stay flexing Like three arms
Just give me the ball and I'm a Ball like Dion
They called me MVP but I aint Got my Ringer on
So much game left like I didnt Put the season on
Its todays beats that Im eatin on
The metaphors I'm Feasting on
More sauce than when a Pepperoni pizza's done
I'm breaded up and im cheesin Sun
Mozzarella cheddar like Swiss Beats we on
Cuttin up
Writer(s): Lc Blackmon
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