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Cut Ties (feat. BossMan Dlow) letra


These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason
Shawty fuckin' up my average every season
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason
She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh
My bands yellin: Just throw me, I can't keep 'em, huh
Her ass jumpin', I'm knowin' shawty too freaky, huh
My last woman just slept on me, she tweakin', huh
Got a badder one, she came from a new region

Steppin' out with my bros tonight (yeah)
I don't think I need to see the bartender
I got my keys on me, I drove tonight
And this lil' pretty thing heard I was single, she knows

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason (she knows)
Shawty fuckin' up my average every season (she won't)
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (I had my reasons)
She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh

Turnin' off my phone tonight, yeah
Countin' up some money, I came in here stuntin', I got all my chains on tonight
Does shawty see me under the bright lights? 'Cause I
Told the bottle girls put my name up on the sign
Case shawty think that I'm hurtin', I'm just fine
Got the brand new cullinan parked outside
And at least two tryna take that for a ride (come ride with me)
That should be you, I know (you know it)
But you turned your back on me, broke a promise (you broke your word, huh?)
Used to be my one and only (my one and only, but you)
But you lied, so you know I had to cut ties

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason (oh, no)
Shawty fuckin' up my average every season (broke my stride)
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (nevermind)
She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh
My bands yellin', "just throw me," I can't keep 'em, huh
Her ass jumpin', I'm knowin' shawty too freaky, ha (let me see it)
My last woman just slept on me, she tweakin', huh
Got a badder one, she came from a new region

Big za
I cut ties before I go tit for tat (yeah)
You can't try me like I'm one of them, lil' mama, this ain't that (this ain't that)
It's stars on the roof, sit back, bae, we 'bout to take off (come on, bae)
Shoppin' sprees at Louis v, that's how we start our day off (yeah)
I cut a bitch off quicker than a barber, baby (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout no money, I ain't tryna argue, baby (pussy)
But I ain't gon' lie, I need you with me, fuck them hoes, bae, you different
And you know that pussy hittin', super wet like the pacific (like the pacific)
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga (back and forth, nigga)
You can have that broke bitch, boy, she yours, nigga (boy, she yours, nigga)
She fell in love with a shit popper (shit popper)
You can leave, bae, I ain't gon' stop you

Steppin' out with my bros tonight (yeah)
I don't think I need to see the bartender
I got my keys on me, I drove tonight
And this lil' pretty thing heard I was single, she knows

These people know we ain't cut ties for no reason (she knows)
Shawty fuckin' up my average every season (she won't)
Why party at the strip club? Had every reason (I had my reasons)
She ain't angelic, I'm posted up with my demons, huh

Okay, ah, okay, alright
Okay, ah, okay, alright, right
Okay, alright, alright, okay, okay, I'm
She talkin' 'bout, she talkin' 'bout, yeah
She wanna get in my ride, get in my ride, yeah
Bae wanna slide, wanna slide with me
She talkin' 'bout, yeah, she tryna ride

Bryson Tiller - Letras

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