Kevin Gates - Cut Her Off Freestyle lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Cut Her Off Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yeah It ain't nothin' to f** yo b**h dog [Verse 1] Starin' at me like the damsel in distress Acapulco diamonds and they dancin' on my neck Flawless no inclusions we don't f** with VVS Fall off in the club and its cardiac arrest Her cardiac arrest Maliyah dancin' to my song I'm a plug who make music I'm like Tego Calderon Still I'm bout that gangsta' sh** so please don't rub me wrong I need to see you naked with no clothes when I get home Slighty narcissistic bae so please don't read me wrong Dickmatized her, dick amazing, and she blowing up my phone (won't leave me alone) b**h I'mma k**er Up in her cervix she screaming its murder, her face in the pillow Pulling her hair, while I nibble her ear, and I'm f**ing her slow and we all in the mirror Hold up, Oh well Left the ho at the hotel Bungee jumping, my line chirping, bout' to go and catch me a sale (Bae don't leave) You trippin', you can stay here or come with me Whipped up at the gas station bought a box of Goodies and a digit Need sixty dollars on pump four cause the gas tank like empty Won't play the game like 2 Chainz, ain't riding around but I'm gettin' it Pull up at the trap, I'mma text ya phone like "I'm over here come get it" Buggati, f**ing with Brittany Told her "I'm sorry" she say she forgive me Entangled in my conversation as if I'm a Judas she look at me different Would we get in trouble for f**ing each other cause I use to f** with your sister I heard that your p**y get wet as a river and possibly need some a**istance [Bridge] Oooooooohhh it ain't nothin' to f** yo' b**h dog Yo' b**h dog It ain't nothin' to f** yo' b**h dog It ain't nothin' to f** yo' b**h dog n***a, f** you and yo' big dog [Verse 2] Retawdid', reading my aura, I'm too intelligent that why you bothered Know it's a name but don't know what to call it My name is Kevin but she call me awesome South by Southwest was performing in Austin Ignored the BS and I ain't bout no talkin' Can't see you n***as, my clip in the carbine Don't make me spray this b**h like Madd Marvin (b**h what you ain't hear me?) b**h don't make me spray this b**h like Mad Marvin Hold up, I say I don't get tired! Blessing in disguise, this for those no longer with us while we out here on the grind May God be with your families while you rest up in the skies Shout out Roy and Ryan n***a' dipping through that nine I'm loving on Lil NaNa I met her at a Second Line Bread Winners Association, still I'm out my mind Drika booty bigger than a b**h I grip her from behind And can we have a threesome I know that she don't mind Know it's warmer than a sauna stroke her for a long time Bae told the b**h to get here Then she got off in the b**h ear Got to feelin' on her, never been molested came out her clothes then we rip We a power couple don't trip We a power couple that trick Bread Winner escort service we'll buy b**h a new whip Broke hoes car break down can't afford to get the b**h fixed Fake bags in a air mattress can't afford to get the sh** fixed Plug, I'm in the socket Thought I was sleep when you went in my pocket b**h I caught ya' (Oh my God!) Don't make me spray this b**h like Madd Marvin [Outro] sh**, we ran't out of beat I don't get tired You know I'm all the way out there n***a