Cuttin Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full Cuttin lyrics by Kevin Gates from the album Lost Files – The Collection along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

Gotta get ’em
Gotta get in there and get ’em
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[Verse 1]
I be thinking ’bout that s*it, switching up my order
Getting caught, we ain’t receiving the minimum-time offer
I’m dropping dimes off for a limited-tiem offer
Pu*sy smell like— with a stench like mop water
Lips down, ass out the window, she tasting teh meat
Vic throwing cash out the window, can’t stay in the Jeep
Play by the rules, start winning in the street

Now the chicks choose to lose they virginity to me
Fresh in my white tee, from the will of my feet
Cases still in the seat, d!ck keep hitting her teeth
I’m out of town, you ain’t ‘posed to know at all
Now he posted on aposter, you supposed to get involved
Plus he was closet o y’lal, hit him in the face
I been ’bout a blender, he ain’t’ get in there with Gates
It was me visions seen on the scenes dealing keys
Telling God when He come, could He please think of me? (Amen)

[Chorus]
Please think of me
Please think of me
Telling God when He come, could He please think of me?

[Verse 2]
They say them b!tches down teh street on retail for business
Burglarizing corner stores, onr etail for liquor
He sell the triggers with seashells to hit you
Drop CL right from the detailed division
Telling me to work, I’m working around it
The Glock more convient than a courtesy counter
Emergency, Mr. Gates need surgery
I’m sicker than a motehrfu*ker, ain’t nobody heard of me
My friends wanna murder me, put me in ab rown box

Church suit, brown tie, white hat, fresh socks
(??) more bass than as ound shop
Cousin at the buzzer right befroe the out of bounds clock
For whatever, I ain’t listening to pricks
Get to riffing, give ’em stitches, clips kiss ’em in the lips
Same n!gga gassed for the brake, yellow b!tch
Late night, be fu*king (??)

[Chorus]
Please think of me
Please think of me
Telling God when He come, could He please think of me?

[Verse 3]
Say, Gates, your Auntie Nita back in town, I ain’t’ tryna see her
Keep from arguing, I’d rather ge in motion when I’m speaking
Somewhere not acheiving, probably smoking int he bleachers
Suspended jsut for leaving, being noticed by the teachers
Steady blowing reeefer, never noticing the deacon
But God changed my life and U’m supposed to be apreacher
Still got gorillas that go in the clutch for me
Still get a half a brick for ninety-six hundred
Gates on the pager, he got some s*it coming
Just cigarettes,s mall face ’96 money
645 CI, buy a whip money
You talking ’bout Gates, yo u mentinoning a G
When they talking ’bout Travis, you mentinoing a king
If it ain’t obut bread, never mention it to me
You could lose your life in swift moments of violence
So when your name mentioned, you given moments of silence (Let us pray)

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