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Lyrics Dave East – Cut Throat

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Lyrics Dave East Cut Throat

[Verse 1]
I know ’bout the hustle I lost it and got it right back
I know how to stack I keep it a stack
A hundred not far from the strap
A flight to Japan my Nikes was ten my uncle got life in the can
Smoking flight with my man I watch what I post
These n—-s live life on the gram
I swiped and I scammed tomorrow
And I promise they leave n—-s right where they stand
These n—-s be groupies I feel like Eminem when he writing Stan
Got my life in my land
Predicted this s–t all them nights I was playing
I grew up round smokers no lights in they crib living (?) for a grand
I put ice in the beam
Thinking bout nights I would hide from them vans
Get some ice and saran
My plug said he calling me right when he land
I get right with the fam
Told Kairi gon’ make it that’s my little man
We supply and demand I’m with the akhi for baggies
Mohammed my man

[Hook/Chorus]
Every n—a round me cut throat
I could never roll up enough smoke
Money coming in where the love go
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
Every n—a round me cut throat
I could never roll up enough smoke
Money coming in where the love go
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
Every n—a round me cut throat
I could never roll up enough smoke
Money coming in where the love go
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
Money coming in where the love go
I could never roll up enough smoke
Every n—a round me cut throat

[Verse 2]
I’m smoking to the face till the blunt low
I ain’t ever gotta ask where the blunt go
Got your b—h a sweet chick on lo low
Bout to go back first on my nuts woah
My connect came through in the clutch though
Used to hop on the train cause the bus slow
Bad boy I ain’t never meet Puff though
Tryna move but this sour got me stuck hoe
I was sleeping in the trap on a good night
Bully treat n—-s like he’s Suge Knight
Strap on deck f–k a good fade
Don’t f–k up the blunt roll the boy right
All I ever knew was the hood life
All I ever seen was the (?)
Way before I thought about a mixtape
I was down in Baltimore tryna get weight
On the turnpike with the whole thing
Put it in rice and he won’t smell the cocaine
Get it tonight for that price but it’s gon’ change
Went with right getting brain in the slow lane
Bloomie’s and Barney’s it’s regular
With this pistol I feel like the predator
No regular I just want medical
With my schedule I can’t get next to you

[Hook/Chorus]
Every n—a round me cut throat
I could never roll up enough smoke
Money coming in where the love go
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
Every n—a round me cut throat
I could never roll up enough smoke
Money coming in where the love go
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
Every n—a round me cut throat
I could never roll up enough smoke
Money coming in where the love go
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
You ain’t got no work where your plug go?
Money coming in where the love go
I could never roll up enough smoke
Every n—a round me cut throat

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