Dubee - C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T. lyrics

[Hook] Men, all should be C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T [Verse 1: Mac Dre] Some of these n***as is gay, they switching Bite my style everyday I switch it Fruity a** n***as sweeter than the exit Get slapped and cussed out like a b**h get A Cutthoat girl, just ain't simplistic Knew about the war when I enlisted Fought hard for the gravy that's on my biscuit Now I eat crab and grilled beef brisket Can't deny this salvia on my dick tip Or the lipstick, Backwoods got me lifted I'm gifted, every show I ripped it Stayed on course while you others drifted Or rims put them on a Benz and dipped it Or the studio with Coolio Da Cryptic This thizz I eat got my teeth clinching Starting player while you n***as is benching [Hook] Men, all should be C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T Men, all should be C.U.T.T.H.O.A.T [Verse 2: Dubee] I'm hollering yo ho ho Steady blowing hydro Waving a black flag, y'all see the skull and cross bones I knock domes, get sh**ty with the Committee or all alone Gets me all up in my zone, trying to bubble up like foam A turf gator, me any n***as lock blocks with capers I'mma knock, knock and rock ya Amadeus I'm the greatest, Ca**ius Clay this track I'm hollering Cutthoat Camp n***a ain't nothing on that Go put your bucks on that We get down, I get down, let's get down If she gonna get down, I get down and sit down Boy I'm all in it Represent it and spit it just to get it Feel it when I spit it If I done it then I did it Keep it all heave ho Addicted to squeezeo's Boy it's all on a Beezo for me though Chippers like it's Reno The hustlematic addict, spiller savage Keep it Cutthoatish, [?] till these n***as understand it [Interlude: PSD Tha Drivah] A n***a groovy like a black movie With n***a in it [?] [Verse 3: PSD Tha Drivah] That Remy green bout, I'm spillin' it with Furley and Dubee I holler Cutthoat [?] 'til they bury into me f** a thought if it ain't beneficiary Experience be the teacher here n***as queers, b**hes that's scary I'm in a hurry trying to scrape up a treaty Wreaking havoc on your building I'll duct tape your girl and your children Get the cash and a whole half a bird I'mma steal it If lord willing [?] no k**ing I'mma leave no feelings for these bleezy's I ain't [?] shiesty and pricey Show them, have my way A nice little black b**h with a** and some [?] I'm likely trying to toss dick and back her face No chase, straight laced, from the gates we silent And no haste and straight waste if it ain't paps or profit These street corner cats want it, can't wait to cop it It's Turf dough, Cutthoat we can't wait to knock it