SAUCED UP PROD BY CUTTYVIBEZ

lyrics

i thought about you my baby 
and how that smile always drive me crazy 
i wanna see you my baby 
so can i pull up inna new mercedes 
i brought a couple of things my lady 
but first things first can you take these daisies?
i wanna take you out my baby 
so go get dressed 
i’ll be out here waiting 

i b at door at 7 
waiting for my princess inna black dress 
it’s really givin adams family 
i like the way you did your make up

you must be gods favorite 
cause she took her time when she made you
look i brought you some daisies  
i hope you like them my lil angel 

i can’t wait for the moment 
that i can say you mines forever
but we got time on our side
so there’s no point now to be rushing 

what type of night awaits us 
i gotta whole plan
just for you my darling 
you look mighty tasty 
i guess that’s y im out here falling 

i thought about you my baby 
and how that smile always drive me crazy 
i wanna see you my baby 
so can i pull up inna new mercedes 
i brought a couple of things my lady 
but first things first can you take these daisies?
i wanna take you out my baby 
so go get dressed 
i’ll be out here waiting

DAISYZ

im fucked up 
bitch freak my shit 
she a lil demon 
but i love that shit 
hold on 
turnt up 
pass the dusse bitch 
i like the way you look
cause u match my fit 
okay 
x2

baby on my line 
she lyft to get around 
she like how i break it down 
well baby this bigger motion 
ice up in the double cup  
real niggas add it up 
i just broke a punk rock beezy
for hella dumb stuff

im mobbin down the eastbay 
tinted windows, dosed up 
you know she freak 
if she shop at hot topic 
i might just keep her for a sec 
but then i got to toss it 
ran thru her friends 
i was bored and had options 

okay now she mad at me 
but shawty check yo friends tho 
you know that they can’t resist a player from the west tho 
i could leave u alone 
but i know you want besos 
throw it like you mad 
i could up wit the tempo 

baby got hands back 
left finna hold that 
right on her neck 
yes cutty about to choke that 
i make her fall in love 
but that’s normal 
when you like this 
i just popped a thizz 
now i’m ready the night bitch 

im fucked up 
bitch freak my shit 
she a lil demon 
but i love that shit 
hold on 
turnt up 
pass the dusse bitch 
i like the way you look
cause u match my fit 
okay 
x2

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i like gold chains 
neck froze like a icee 
she like how i move 
for stunna she go wifey 
i got a bad bitch 
fuck the hoes
they don’t excite me 
bitch i’m about a bag
in this life we gettin dicy 
x2 

she like how i dress 
murakami on this black tee 
the type to break necks 
when i step into the club scene 
i’m a pretty boy 
dumb sauced 
made of ice cream 
bitch i’m laced up
i learned the game from the home team 

i’m dippin prada
that’s prolly why he done lost her 
she told me that i sound harder 
but i ain’t trippin bout that shit 
i seen her look nd now she took 
but she ain’t mine 
it’s just my turn 
i know the way i took that bitch
gone b the same way i lose her 

i keep my chin up 
ain’t trippin bout shawty no more 
my bread up
i pull up
and spend about 50 of these lil hundreds
sum light tho 
i know what feels like at the bottom tho
she right tho 
i know all sluts are here cause cutty rich 
damn 

well fuck it pop this champagne 
we got more to make 
100,000 dollar dates 
sell out every single state 
vibez got exquisite taste 
she just think i’m hella based
took her to the crib  
i slashed that 
then finished on her face

STUNNA Prod by CUTTY VIBEZ

HI HATER (feat. 666SWISH) PROD BY CUTTY VIBEZ

THROTTLE (feat. Profit J)

lyrics: 

u look lonely
i can fix that 

don’t give me no bammer 
i like how you move, come stand up (look)
e chicks love cutty like pcs 
but i can’t cuff you, no i need 3 
these days everybody trynna be me 
nice car, new tags on the m3 
i drive fast, pray the universe bless me
untill then im gone like a high speed 
till the tank empty 

till the tank empty
i’m cutting thru the traffic 
if he wanna talk
my glick automatic 
lay a nigga out 
for trynna touch my patek 
when they finna learn that we not like average 

i gotta new chick on the way so i dropped one 
i can’t fall in love, i’ve tried but it’s not fun 
i just got good dick
the type to make a bitch sprung 
if she got man i don’t care cause he not one 

fuck that bitch bring me that pack 
this za be the type to say, fuck a relapse 
i need duce on ice, don’t ruin my high
cause it won’t end well 
when it’s comes to your night 
yeah 

i pop tags for higher motivation 
so everytime i step out i feel a1 
look i don’t got time to waste, i can’t save none 
so if it ain’t about a check, i won’t say none 

don’t give me no bammer 
i like how you move, come stand up (look)
e chicks love cutty like pcs 
but i can’t cuff you, no i need 3 
these days everybody trynna be me 
nice car, new tags on the m3 
i drive fast, pray the universe bless me
untill then im gone like a high speed 
till the tank empty 
x2

THESE DAYS

lyrics:

can’t stop no more 
fuck out my bidness 
im the type to gas break dip
i need distance 
can’t smoke mid 
when i’m on top of my fitness 
now the mouthpiece 
make a bad bitch listen 2X

can’t stop 
but yo bitch wanna fuck around 
come around 
i lay it out 
i can make the hoe aroused 
hella bashful 
shawty need a mouthful 
can u open wide 
like u bout to eat an apple 

there’s a few thing u can find at my crib 
that’s drugs, bad hoes, that bread that we split 
we don’t do fights lil nerd we got sticks
so might as well find a tshirt that fits 

cause
all i ever wanna do is party 
catch me at the club trynna holla at somebody 
if i get the bitch to break neck 
i’m gone with her chips 
too fast cant slow down 
so update yo rizz 

cause i’m dope like crack addict or a hop head 
spit it clear so u can hear what i said 
pot head, hot head, zigga that got bread 
catch u at the light and get hit wit hot lead

GAS BREAK DIP

lyrics: 

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2 

i love a freak hoe 
type to get bread and give deep throat 
hands on the wall bitch 
dance witcho knees low
u love the fans 
i scam 
we the cheat codes 
pull up for a play
now they stuck on the east coast 

can’t do the lease no 
slide me pinks hoe
pull off on task 
good luck wit this reach tho 
fuck the blue lights
we don’t see them 
when we go ghost 
i do em like danny 
in the rolls Royce phantoms 

ima rockstar 
just check my closet 
yes those diamonds on my cartier glasses 
yes those are bapestas 
i used to rock kostons 
now i’m big steppin 
i show you who ballin 

i go dum duh duh dum dum 
when we in the hamptons 
the molly kicked in 
now im geekin at a hundun
play wit us bitch
i might just hit u wit the new drum 
had to shoot first cause i ain’t dying from a broke bum 

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2 

yea 
24 clips got me bussin wit this automatic 
imma make you disappear 
lil bitch this ain’t no fucking magic
hit you wit that 4 5 if you want some static
yea im fucking on your bitch while she’s lookin back at it uhhh

fentanyl diamonds 
see em dancing when they bling
got a brand new trackhawk
supercharged sing yea
pussy wanna try me?
imma give that a boy a set of wings
lights, camera, action imma put him on a big screen

brand new matte black caddy
had a lil money 
pussy boy what’s happening?
yea 
took your bitch can’t stand it
brand new patek
let this chopper get to dancing uhhh
brand new matte black caddy
had a lil money 
pussy boy what’s happening?
yea
took your bitch can’t stand it
brand new patek
case this nigga want static uhhh

money on my mind
i gotta have it 
4 5 strap to neck 
in case a nigga want static 
blue strips come automatic 
same witcho yo bitch 
for this dick she gone turn into addict
x2

STATIC X reap (Prod. by Cutty Vibez)

lyrics: 

Gucci gold fangs
Hoes go insane
Every time I fuck, she wanna pull on my chains
But I won't cuff the thot, that ain't part of my game
Goth bitch hella fucked
But her pops who to blame, look
2x 

She the type to suck it in a Cybertruck
If you love that thot, then you better keep that bitch tucked
Cause one wrong move and I'ma have to bag a new slut
I don't gotta try, we got skill
We don't need luck
Talk about bread and watch me pull up with a Brinks trunk
Talk about ice and I'ma hit you with this slug shine
Bling blaow bitch
What you know 'bout these VVS?
A punk rock thot in my lab
Call her Dee Dee
Me and my dawgs came up, you mad huh?
Now I get a lot of bread, unlike my rap opps
Naw, gimmie that steak
I don't want no ox
When it come down to fits, your clothes just don't talk
What you mean hoe?
I get them blues every day hoe
Cleat check the mob
These Balencis and McQueens hoe
We don't care 'bout these nerds
They get no dough
But watch how they bitches always try and get a photo

FM$ Prod. by Qrystral

CUTTY VIBEZ

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