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cut throat lyrics – royce da 5’9”

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[post-chorus: royce da 5’9”]
all my n-gg-s with me cutthroat
all we do is roll around the city like we own it, we don’t go to f-cking clubs, though (uh)
all we do is post up in the front when the club [?], it’s like, “what up?” though (uh)
only n-gg- in my city rolling ’round in a ferrari on you n-gg-s, like, “what up?” though (uh)
all my n-gg-s cutthroat (uh)
all my n-gg-s cutthroat (uh)

[verse 1: royce da 5’9”]
probably ’bout to take your b-tch [?], slap a rapper, clap him, too
show up on your block or avenue
i stay ten toes down like freddy flintstone, show you what that chopper yabba-dabba-do
product of the flip phone
never catch me out here without a bottle that’s been sipped on (uh)
i just bought a house and a whip homes
last year around this time i was in quick loans

[chorus: royce da 5’9”]
i look so good, sound so good
’cause i just got my check
i’m about to put on my whole hood when i drop my project (everybody getting)
drinks on me today we eating good
’cause i just got my check

[post-chorus: royce da 5’9”]
then it’s back to being cutthroat (uh)
all we do is roll around the city like we own the motherf-cker we don’t go to clubs though (uh)
all we do is post up in front when the club [?] it’s like, “what up?” though (uh)
only n-gg- in the city riding ’round in maseratis on you n-gg-s it’s like, “what up?” though (uh)
all my n-gg-s cutthroat
all my n-gg-s cutthroat

[verse 2: royce da 5’9”]
some be drinking some prefer to light the blunts low (aye)
only ball game that we interested in the [?] despite the punch bro (yeah)
i got stripes you like to punch low (yeah)
hip hop is the same old [?] n-gg-s out here going for the gas though
all you n-gg-s on the chats straight (yeah)
got writer’s [?]
lyrically you my light work (whoo)
light them up they shift (aye)
check it out

[chorus: royce da 5’9”]
don’t i look so good, sound so good
’cause i just got my check (hey)
when you see me i’ll always look like i just got my check
(i’ll probably need respect, though)

[verse 3: schoolboy q]
i don’t do walk-throughs, i’m rich
i don’t buy chains, i buy cribs (uh)
my rear been poked to pierce yours (uh)
ar sh-lls on airforce (uh)
a ‘rari or porshe they both [?] (uh)
tripple digits [?] like it’s the course (uh)
jumping out that big f-cking ball shorts (uh)
dripping gold like lonzo [?] (uh)
just more horses to prove i’m booked (uh)
the top-dog n-gg- don’t woof (uh)
4 8 8 the top [?] (uh)
your b-tch might crash they all look (uh)
[?] (what?)
[?] i’m still the boy (uh)
the only g-ngb-nger can hang with royce
come back to the crips i’m still the voice (uh)
you claim you that n-gg- but getting moist (uh)
.45 smacked till its empty, the 9 holst [?] (uh)
no [?] for my mama, she hated noise

[interlude: cedric the entertainer + choir]
the weather is so beautiful outside
it’s gonna warm up a little bit—only on smooth fm

[chorus: royce da 5’9”]
don’t i look so good, sound so good
’cause i just got my check (hey!)
i’m about to put on my whole hood
just put out my project
[?]

[post-chorus]
[?]

/ royce da 59 lyrics