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Prof - Cutthroat Lyrics



Prof - Cutthroat Lyrics




Ch, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright

Yeah, uh
When I'm back from jail I want the party poppin'
Clready boppin', city buzzin', they already talkin'
Uh
Debbie gawkin' Eddie jockin'
I'm skunk drunk walking one-eye, Fеtty Wappin'
Let me talk my shit-
Business lunch, and I brownout at Denny's
Wanna kick it with the goons, you better have an alibi ready
Let me introduce you to my pal, my machete
I'm gettin' down on my Dougie
Make sure my mountains is ready
Beefin' with me is a mistake
Bro I know you smell different when you are awake
They will speak and mention me among the greats
I'm battin' one thousand
Shit, bitch, what does it take?!
(Shiiittt!)

I'm 'bout to break in and steal all your shit
I'm a cutthroat
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of
Some muscle
(Let's go, let's go, let's go!)

Ch, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright

I'ma
Get my
F*ckin' fill
C rick-a-bamboo
I'ma move for the kill
C rick-a-bamboo
I'ma move to Brazil
Got the brutes in the clique
Got the juice, got the drip
I'll be outside
I'll be polite
I wanna fight
I want a Canada Dry
Somebody lied
Look at they tried
I think that they should resign
I'm outta my mind, throw me some lanes
I'll come at 'em one at a time
I'm at my prime
Cnyway, look at the time
I've been through some shit
You just can't block it out
I'ma hop out, run them jewels
Empty them pockets out
You got a problem, bro?
We can talk it out after I'm done fighting with the cook at the Waffle House

I'm 'bout to break in and steal all your shit
I'm a cutthroat
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of
Some muscle
(Let's go, let's go, let's go!)

Ch, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright

I'm in my bag, like a lunch
Got the swag, got the funk
Would you pass up the blunt?
Livin' fast and fun
Whatever you wanna do
(Woo-yeah, yuh)
Skadooce
Yeah
I'm in my bag, like the lunch
Got the swag, got the funk
Could you pass up the blunt
Livin' fast and fun
Whatever you wanna do
(Woo-uh)
Skadooce
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Ch, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright

Yeah, uh
When I'm back from jail I want the party poppin'
Clready boppin', city buzzin', they already talkin'
Uh
Debbie gawkin' Eddie jockin'
I'm skunk drunk walking one-eye, Fеtty Wappin'
Let me talk my shit-
Business lunch, and I brownout at Denny's
Wanna kick it with the goons, you better have an alibi ready
Let me introduce you to my pal, my machete
I'm gettin' down on my Dougie
Make sure my mountains is ready
Beefin' with me is a mistake
Bro I know you smell different when you are awake
They will speak and mention me among the greats
I'm battin' one thousand
Shit, bitch, what does it take?!
(Shiiittt!)

I'm 'bout to break in and steal all your shit
I'm a cutthroat
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of
Some muscle
(Let's go, let's go, let's go!)

Ch, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright

I'ma
Get my
F*ckin' fill
C rick-a-bamboo
I'ma move for the kill
C rick-a-bamboo
I'ma move to Brazil
Got the brutes in the clique
Got the juice, got the drip
I'll be outside
I'll be polite
I wanna fight
I want a Canada Dry
Somebody lied
Look at they tried
I think that they should resign
I'm outta my mind, throw me some lanes
I'll come at 'em one at a time
I'm at my prime
Cnyway, look at the time
I've been through some shit
You just can't block it out
I'ma hop out, run them jewels
Empty them pockets out
You got a problem, bro?
We can talk it out after I'm done fighting with the cook at the Waffle House

I'm 'bout to break in and steal all your shit
I'm a cutthroat
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
With a dash of strong-arm and maybe just a pinch of
Some muscle
(Let's go, let's go, let's go!)

Ch, can you hit me one time?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright
Oh, can you hit me two times?
Want smoke, then you got the wrong guy
Behind the scenes I know you grumpy, don't lie
Uh, uh, ah motherf*cker alright

I'm in my bag, like a lunch
Got the swag, got the funk
Would you pass up the blunt?
Livin' fast and fun
Whatever you wanna do
(Woo-yeah, yuh)
Skadooce
Yeah
I'm in my bag, like the lunch
Got the swag, got the funk
Could you pass up the blunt
Livin' fast and fun
Whatever you wanna do
(Woo-uh)
Skadooce
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Writer: Jacob Anderson
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