Cut It Out

Nelly - Cut It Out - Текст песни

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P.I. Yeah, Aye, Wussup Cuz, It's Going Down

East Side Yeah, Your Boy Sean P, Nelly, Pimp C, Aye

My Paint Too Wet Bitch, Never Pay My Set Bitch

Blue And Red Make Green, Just Cash The Check Bitch

Went To The Store Alot, Bought Me A Bank Witch 

Never Trick My Money In The Club With A Skank Bitch

Big Shrimp On My Plate, Look Like Dolphins (Dolphins)

Pushin Cookies In The Soft Ones

I Can Do Better, By Myself, Not Bad

Girl Ate The Whole Thing If She Call Me Chad

The Reppas Aint Settin Up There, They Mad

Rappin Like Us Gotta Hit, But You A Fag

I'm A Young Country Nigga, Uncut Like Snow

Make Them Young Bloodz Get Down On The Flo'

Make Them Young Niggas Put Candy On The Let 

You Got Clouds In Them Diamonds, Take That Monkey Shit Back

Cuz, Smokin High, Throwin Up, Keep That Lean Off In My Cut

Smokin High, Throwin Up, Keep That Heat Off In Our Truck

When I Hit The Parkin Lot And The 5th Wheel Drop

You Know Damn Well, You Dont Wanna See Me, All Eyes On Me

When I'm Fresh From The Jeweler And It's Sunny Outside

You Know Damn Well, You Dont Wanna See Me, All Eyes On Me

When I'm Freezed Up, J'd

You Know Damn Well, You Dont Wanna See Me All Eyes On Me

From All The Niggas Thats Trill To Them Niggas Unreal

You Know Damn Well You Dont Wanna See Me, Uh-Uh

So Quit It Man, Lil Boy, Cut It Out, Look Here

Quit It Man, Lil Boy, Cut It Out, Look Here

Quit It Man, Lil Boy Cut It Out, Go Head

No Watch My Fingers, Lil Boy, Cut It Out, Hold Up!

I Aint Choose Yo Chick, Yo Chick Chose Me

I Aint Gotta Pick One, Imma Take Alla These

For Every Hundred You Got, Imma Peel Off Three

Hey, Dont Worry Bout It Lil Boy, The Bill On Me

Eight Years Now, You Can Call Me A Vet

That Money You Got, Call That A Forth Of My Neck

We Dont Call Paint Shiny, We Call Paint Wet

A Duro Strawberry Colored Coup, Call That A Mint

Got A Few Rides Already, Got A Few More To Cop

Got A Blue One Thats Hard, Got A Black One That Drop

Got A Buick Thats Green, The Same Color My Snot

Lil Daddy, You Aint The Shit, You Might As Well Get Off The Pot

That's Some New St. Louis Shit, Yeah Thats Funny

But Imma Stick With The Old, The New Dont Make Enough Money

Do When Im Old, Wipe Me Down

When They Dirty, Wipe Them Down

You Think I Showed My Ass Before

Sit Front Row And Watch Me Now!

Cuz My Grandmama Hate It But My Lil Mama Love 

28 Inches Sittin Tall, It's Ridiculous

With A Slow Yellow Bitch 

Cuz That's The Type I Kick It With

Wide With A Stupid Pack And A Couple Stupid Cats

They Call Us The Goon Squad

So You Know We Stupid Strapped

Shuttin Down The Parkin Lot

We're Doin The Moonwalk

I Aint Stuntin' Now Cuz I'm Tryin To Blood Talk

I Be Where They Work At, Where Niggas Get Merked At

Her Wish Bread 

Cant You Tell Im Hood Rich

You Aint From My Hood Bitch

Sont You See The Leather Seats

The Way We Grate The Wood Pimp

Goin Hard On It, While I Signed On It

Dope Outa Hood, But This Is All Grind Money

Poppin Fans On It, Throwin Grands On It

Nelly Grabbed The Wheel And Made The Chevy Dance On It

I'm A Block Star, Aint A Phony Nigga (Aw, Never!)

A Phone Call A Had Em Youngstas On On Ya Nigga

So Dont Start No Shit, Wont Be No Shit   
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