Kevin Gates - Cut It lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Cut It lyrics

Gold Rolex and it's presidential Thing I wanted once since elementary I'm just a breadwinner chasing that money Don't bother me back, women follow me Out in Detroit, I need none' but way better I'm special, you better not lie to me I'm ‘bout to rebound on a real I'm in the street pound for a k** I need a sweet house on the hills I'm in the projects in the field Harriet Tubman on the bill Think I need two pills worth of them Way I be talking like need to chill Can I be honest, I cannot pretend Pants by the clique house, having a garage sale Big cars, big rolls, all of ‘em Rozel Flip phone, call the cell, bounce back off a hell Broke wrist, ah yeah, breadwinner cartel Big money matter fact, grind tryna get it back I don't go to church, in the booty club, blew a sack God knows it was hard, he was thinking he was giving back In the trap house shooting craps, tryna win it back Cut the plug off, price high, he don't want a cut? I don't need nobody I can get it out the mud