Clyde Shankle - The Cut (Roll Up) lyrics

rate me

Light blunts, let’s listen, elevate the mission

Tuck a web, grabbing while we tossing and I’m stuffin’

And I’m stuffy, cold blow, tow toes get chased down

Easy go stones, go, what’s wrong, do telly a new phone

If flipside can’t control a side chick

It’s how time slip around me so time grip

And get a whole scold glance outta romance

Pole dance, never getting no trance

And no bands, get samples of hoes dance

So why you ain’t moving? Choosing the slang word choice and I’m grooving

Coming up on the fluke, and still getting fucked, uncle Luke

B town veteran, measuring the meddling, champion fencing

Kicking, that’s the standard shit, ADHD, generation moi

Bill Clinton error, him and niggas die

Never need him on the team, … we scoping through the scene

So why you think we ain’t giving up?

‘Cause we needed you and you needed us

But now we coincide, break the blunt down, put the drummer size

Scheme, it’s all a dream, these bitches don’t know what all means

World niggas apply, you tripping on lost things

So realism, simple niggas is hating, making a false life, these simple niggas is waiting

If you slip make sure they don’t watch

Let’s go watch, nigga, you go swatch

Yelling fuck the police but my house is so posh

If no one else tell you, stop! ‘Cause you too old to be doing that

If you can’t dance two step around Stewie back

Yeah, and bring Hewy back …

I’m tryina see if you remember, timber

Coldest wheatear it’s summer or the winter

Getting it, getting there, investing the dividends

They wanna see a struggle, pulling one when you crack the grain

Baby back in it, rhyming immaculate, these niggas are passionate

A storm we passing it, I’m just living pipe dreams, weed up in the ball

Giving the pipe dream, mozzarella cheese, doing the right thing

Embrace the gorilla man, light please

And white steeze only prolong things

Grown things lead to a blessed night on me