Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Cut Her Off (Remix)

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(Intro)

Them boys wearin' fake belts

They drink fake lean

Niggas smokin' sip daddy

(Verse: Rick Ross)

Bitches dropping like Swiss

Vicky Pattino, 50 Racks on the corner, biggest Casino

Hoes thinkin' I'm Boogie, when I'm smokin' them goochy

All my shoes be Gucci, I got a mill full of boosie

Double limb on the ries, ducktape on my pistol

So you won't be surprised, it's time to make this yo issue

Got a bitch on the east, got a bitch on the west

When I'm eatin' the box, I let her sit on my chest

You know I love her a lot, she let me fuck on my yacht

Rollin' dice with my niggas, a half a ticket the pot

I blew a brick out in Reno, uncle Balla Casino

Nigga shot at the car, walk away like the Zeno

Put the sef on myself, I feel 100 degrees

Niggas gettin' that money, bust it down with ya teeth

From the Chevy to Bentley, from the Bentley to Rolls

It may seem like we do, we neva lovin' them hoes

It kinda add up at night, we call it simple mathematics

Transfers and wires that happen under the matrice

Niggas shot for the stars, playn larger amounts

Niggas thought I was slippin', I got a grip on the self

(Hook: K camp)

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

So what you saying ho?

You Know I'm the man ho?

Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho

Heard you got a man ho

Hope he understand though

You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though

Saying, though

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

(Verse: K camp)

Creeping on the low, hope your man don't see

She will bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas

Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda

Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas

Baby, you can't hold back, better stop flexing like you not

Your man tryna patrol that, I guess he is a cop

But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot

But I done had enough cause you making my shit hot

Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell yo ass 'bout that?

Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that?

Can you play around with that mouth while he hit it from the back?

You can't say nothing now

Cause we all been through wid that, through wid that

(Hook: K camp)

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

So what you saying ho?

You Know I'm the man ho?

Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho

Heard you got a man ho

Hope he understand though

You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though

Saying, though

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

(Verse)

You know that ain't a real bad bitch: that's a knock off

When I get the whoop I get the joog and like hassawn

Outdoor, cool in front, hit it from the back, rearrange and lace front

Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys

If I don't like that he, I turn her ass into a frisbee

If I don't like yo diss, I turn her ass into a frisbee

I throw that, I don't own that, right by the windie

Three cell phones an all f them jumpin'

I can see yo hoes and all of the nothin'

Yeah, I'mma don, don Cheeto, don Cornelius, watch me spill

Pockets full like don Corlacino, nigga, done deal

(Hook: K camp)

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

So what you saying ho?

You Know I'm the man ho?

Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho

Heard you got a man ho

Hope he understand though

You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though

Saying, though

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

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