Cut me off – Cam Meekins – letras

Sick split with the flow shitBitter like burning butterBut i bang? on the gamePick pain but burn bluntersNo games while you david and busteredI’m getting flusteredRolling down my windowsAsking for fucking mustardSmall fries on theese fast food rappers i take em outPick plenty pop rappers I smash with no cloutSmash mouth what I raised onMy lines doing cokeThat post nasal drip got me literally spittingCrack it back with these toys no need for decoysI’m out in b town getting? brain? Like BC boysFuck universities and what it just occurred to meCause I be written raps way before the fucking nurseryYeah yeah we know im balling like a freethrowThat’s my alter ego but on god im real broBowl cruise in the pasatNo for size in my bars on the trackThis stomach full of scars bitch, arrCHORUSYou didn’t have to cut me offnow your just somebody that I used to knowYou didn’t have to cut me offHave your friend collect your records and then change your numberYou didn’t have to cut me off now your just somebody that I used to knowYou didn’t have to cut me offHave your friends colect your records and then change your number[From: http: ww. metrolyrics. com cut-me-off-lyrics-cam-meekins. html]Flick flickin the bluntFlip spitterPink pounds of the best picked piffs leavesLiterally seeds in my weedNo need to stack? ex?Smoke mad hash? Father? the ground I pass tests im aNever need no help not even we knowJust pleased if my trees blow being baked like bistrosNo motivation in our generation im just chilling in my basementLooking for an occasion manMan I be outy playing hooty fruity tootyRap practice on my way to Ruby TuesdaysOr the movies buying rounds on your bitch assWatch this gold record fly by bitch think fast or get wip lashI came in the game just to claim what I canThe lyrisism of? I ram? bitches with no laneNo backpack toughing the sackFuck frat raps trying to act hard you shouldGet some fucking arm tatsI aint in college I aint even go to class back in high schoolBut you know a motherfucker passedPass blunts to the left sideNo ash on my dash boardWhores trying to rhyme with us but I don’t even skateboardSticking digits in their cellular devicesIm a nicer guy in person on these verses bronchitisAnd these teens fuck with it like? mono? Bitches gold diggingReal with my rap game you just Nicole KidmanAre you kidding?