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Cutthroat feat. TeeFLii
The Game, Big Hit & Hit-Boy
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(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)
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