Cut It (Freestyle) lyrics

Can't f*ck with no lame n*ggas
They f*ck up the value of pus*y
No they would knock up a tap
But you know that these b*tches be lookin
Never been left by a b*tch f*ck n*gga get gone i dont really need ya
If you needed my pus*y to live with f*ck n*gga die i won't even feed ya
b*tch must be trippin i been on my grind
And been out here missin you been on my
Mind see them in particular
Keep it so wet i love mr franklin and mr gret
What ever to get it like hoe what it do
Nothin for free so b*tch whats the move
She liked all my pictures blue kisses on snap
Scolled through her insta had took up a tap
Creep and relate now patrone couldn't think right
If i let her kiss it that dont make me gay right
b*tches be talking for what its about
Only question im askin is whats the amount
f*ck with a rubber just dont fall in love
Rule number two dont forget number one
n*ggas be hoes talk just like a b*tch
And know u ain't real scratch that off the list
How the f*ck u gone text me some sh*t about me
Mix two and two end it with three
She deleted his pictures so who the hoe f*ckin
Not yo baby daddy he too broke to touch me
Dont ask no questions you b*tches is whack cuz still after you ate me
You n*ggas is foul b*tch i been on done ran up a check ain't takin my foot off you f*ck n*ggas neck