Texty:
Cut The Shit No Control

won't fight in your war. i won't spend my life struggling under your control ...there's no controlling me don't you try and stop me, cause i've lost control

shit that your man ain't coppin' You could hop in when your man ain't watchin' Give you one option, temperature's droppin' Gettin' cold, control your

side of a building till see you been lame? yo why'd you cut it off for? don't you see what I'm doing to this shit supposed to know how I'm directing these

Mac's spittin' The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy All I wanted growing up was remote controls Now my whole life remote control, hit the block Dope control

I won't just pop over, out the blue No, after you Let's see what you wanna do with the Gangsta Boo Let's cut, nigga, nigga what, I'll cut you too Coming

the time they hit fourth grade They got the discovery channel don't they? "We ain't nothing but mammals", well, some of us cannibals Who cut other people

Big Dogg status I Been doing this shit, nigga who are you Little nigga, I done seen keys bigger than you Nigga, you ain't know shit Cut off a nigga

I'm not Sean or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rollin' with them Brooklyn boys You know how hard it be when you start livin' large I control my

they say ooo la la a oui oui Well, merci beaucoup, baby girl you know you got the hot butter my knife gotta go through sometimes it cut slow sometimes it cut