Kutt Calhoun - Hush lyrics

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Kutt Calhoun - Hush lyrics

[Stevie Stone] Yeah b**h, people wanna see me DV go get that boy that poise that voice up on the TV Stevie gon' bring that swing, that sh** that bang that very easy Watch how I get that grain I'mma get that grain, your body leaning Body leanin', heard he try to mock me Dirty swagger Jack in the middle of a glimpse, a carbon-copy You's a jocky, sh** be drunk and sloppy Why would he take them numbers? me, my b**h we sippin' sake Japanese and Teriyaki, like- Stevie won't do no mumbles Stevie won't do no mommas get a little whiff of this new gun, um Yeah I know you see me come up s**ers 'round here dunno Twenty-thousand packs your a** fast n***a order me to [Hook] (Hush) one sight'll make you duck 'round here, put your final batter up Now watch me make 'em (Hush) yeah we ran into before Yeah I see 'em mean muggin' on the low And indeed he had to (Hush) got my dogs out and we rockin' When we come through who blockin' What you mad now cause I'm poppin', n***a? (Hush) all that he-said, she-said That's that sh** that we don't play I'm ready to make moves, I'm doin' it my way You n***as'd better (Hush) [Kutt Kalhoun] Hush, like a n***a ain't worth a mil ticket Black Gold? Not poppin'? p**y, I'll make a deal wit'cha Put your album up against my album And it's song for song, we quote line for line I got more charisma I'm more consistent If you deny it, then you livin' lies like 'ey ('ey) Hey (hey), just look what a n***a done been through No radio play, no worldwide stream and I got way more than I'm into Cause my destiny is ??more gain, mane??, won't sell my soul so I'm fit to Be a bigger name, reign for this Strange Game, and use fame as one of my utensils Hope you follow my innuendos, since you got me all in your Vinto If it's problems I don't pretend to not to solve 'em, I get up in you Just k**ed 2 Birds with 1 Stone n***a, it ain't no rush If it's beef you want then I got it But if not you veggie n***as need to [Hook] [Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah b**h I'mma hit that weed and I'mma go psycho on 'em I'mma put 'em in the knapsack, Michael on 'em That n***a better back-back, I don't want 'em I'll put 'em in the Cadillac, that's that (gr) I'mma rip that cat He better get out of my way it's that sack- -king and I'mma bring us that ?black? (gr) Heard he try to hit me I can't believe it like Ripley's I got a d**h date in my dickey's I'mma get hefty, lefty, I'mma get messy let's see Wanna test me? Impers' and hearse 'em And it won't be no verse I'm certain 'em I'mma be lurkin' her like when he come in the curtain I'mma be high as a kite, c**aine Runnin' all up in they house with AK's I'mma just keep the heat, as they say I'mma just bring the heat to their place (gr) f**in' 'em and I bit 'em Cuttin' 'em and I bleed 'em when I cut 'em all up in the cleavage He gon' [Hook]

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