Cut Me Off

Cam Meekins

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    Sick spitter with the flow shit bitter like burned butter
    But I bang on the game pick Pain but burn blunters
    No games while you David and bustered
    I’m gettin flustered
    Rollin down my windows askin for fuckin mustard
    Small fries on these fast food rappers I take em out
    Pick plenty pop rappers ill smash wit no clout
    Smash mouth
    What I raised on my lines doin coke
    That post nasal drip got me literally spittin crack
    Get back. with These toys no need for decoys
    I’m out in beantown gettin brain like BC boys
    But fuck a university is what had just occurred to me
    Cuz I been writin raps way before the fuckin nursery
    Ya ya we know I'm ballin like a free throw
    And that’s my alter ego but on god I’m real Bro
    Bowl cruisin a passat no facades in my bars on the track spit stomach full of scars bitch Ahhh

    But you didn't have to cut me off
    Now you're just somebody that I used to know
    But you didn't have to cut me off
    Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

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    But you didn't have to cut me off
    Now you're just somebody that I used to know
    But you didn't have to cut me off
    Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

    Flick flicking the blunt the flipped spitter
    Pick pounds of the best picked piffs And spliff litterly
    Seeds in my weed no need just ask lex
    Smoke mad hash fall to the ground don’t pass tests
    Ima neva need no help
    Not even we know
    Displeased if my trees low
    Being baked like bistros
    No motivation in
    Our generation
    I’m jus chillin in a basement lookin for any occasion and man
    I be outty playin hooty fruity tooty rap records on my way to ruby Tuesday’s or the movies
    Buyin rounds on yo bitch ass
    Watch this gold record fly by bitch think fast get whip lash
    I came in the game just to claim what I can
    Lyricism on these off brand bitches wit no lane
    No backpack puffin a sack it’s fuck frat rap
    Tryna act hard you should get some fuckin arm Tats

    I ain’t in college I ain’t even go to class
    Back in high school but you know a motha fucka passed
    Pass blunts to the left side no ash on my dashboard
    Whores tryna ride wit us but I don’t even skateboard
    Stickin digits in they cellular devices
    I’m a nicer guy in person on these verses bronchitis
    And these teens fuck widdit like
    Model bitches gold diggin
    Real wit my rap game u just Nicole kidmann
    Are you kiddin?

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