cutty vibez is back in the kitchen 🔥🔥🔥

SACRIFICES

lyrics 

im the type to make the hoes act up 
back up 
face down 
bitch throw that ass up 
she the type to take a few lines
all good 
break that
cause to me you’re still fine aye 
x2

i’m turnt up, keep patron out my face 
i count blues, these hoes i don’t chase 
she wanna cut okay gimme face 
look i dive in like surfers on waves

i’m rich now bitch 
 a player never on the bleachers 
we don’t clean shoes 
we just cop more sneakers 
the way this shit going 
i might charge for the feature 
why this shit knock?
cause this qrystral on yo speakers 

i been number 1 
just add up my birthday 
yo bitch a eater 
why’d you cuff that in the place? 
pass that to gang 
i got bored and she thirsty 
my life lit i ain’t never inna hurry 

bounce out wit a new fit from saks 5th
bitch i’m from the ave 
this game not to play with 
iced out the chains
now this shine could get dangerous 
when i pop out 
they treat vibez like he famous 

im the type to make the hoes act up 
back up 
face down 
bitch throw that ass up 
she the type to take a few lines
all good 
break that
cause to me you’re still fine aye 
x2

Come on back, come on back
Let me show you what you need
I dont care about those others, put my phone on DND yuh
Looking at those eyes when she get down on her knees woah
Goddamn, man I know that she a freak yuh
Drop low, give dome then she go home
Thats the definition of a bad bitch yeah
No no, I dont love, I move solo
I dont want you anymore you in the past tense
Yeah, Im the type to make the hoes act up, pass her
Cause she only like me cause my cash up
Back up lil bitch I said back up
Cause im gonna regret if I go and tap her
But fuck it lets go and get turnt
Yeah made me sit down all the sudden she gon’ twerk yuh
Man you call it killing but I call it work
Oh shit thats your bitch im sorry im a flirt

im the type to make the hoes act up 
back up 
face down 
bitch throw that ass up 
she the type to take a few lines
all good 
break that
cause to me you’re still fine aye 
x2

ACT UP

lyrics

Tú me llamaste
Me dijiste que querías hacerlo de nuevo en el baile

Que saliéramos un día de estos, mami solo caile 
Lo único que yo quiero es no volver a enamorarme
(Donde están las mujeres soleteras)

Mami eres traicionera 
Que la trate de maneras que ella solo quiera
Que la ponga contra el muro, ay dios que loquera (dámelo)
Dime flaca si a ti te gusta perrear
Dime flaca, quiere que te trate mal?
Dímelo ma, dímelo, ma
Mami dale duro
(Ay papi)

Quiere que la agarre y la lleve a donde quiera (wooh)
Vente y conozcámonos con toda la bellakera 
Ese booty que tú tiene mucha babys lo quisieran

Como ella se mueve se nota que es extranjera 
Cinturita de modelo se nota que es brasileña
Las cositas que me dice, dudo que sean sinceras
Luego, luego se te nota que ya estás soltera 

Ouu, mami dale ponte, bellaquita me salió la niña desde el norte
Ouu, quiere que le compre, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, que le ponga

Ouu, ouu, un reggaeton bien sucio mami
A mi me gusta como bailas mami
Hipnotízame, hipnotízame

Ella me capturó con su mirada, ya no se que hacer
Que la ponga de rodillas y no es para decir amén
Que la amarre también, que filme también 
(Y al final de todo se lo quería mandar a él, no mames)

Mami si que eres traicionera
Que la trate de maneras que ella quiera 
Que la ponga contra el muro, que loquera 
Mami, está bien buena, ay dios que loquera 
Ella, ella, ella, si que es traicionera

Ella quiere que le cante 
Lo que le gustó fue el flow de vibez,
ya tu sabe 
Que no ronco mucho, pero soy interesante
Yo soy de la calle
si le quire pongo wante 

Baby yo no tengo corazón como antes
En el meñique, cara feliz con diamantes
Ella bien linda, no ay ninguna que la pase
puede ser que contigo yo me case

te quiero al frente e mi en pose
dale becho de 7 a 11
ella no te quire 
pero conmigo si la rompe 
sí tienes cash 
tengo otra que te presto 

no hay dios en el club, pura diablas 
si no tienes feria yo no creo que lo aguantas
pasa me el blunt estoy bien grafa con el zaza
cuándo me escucha le sale pura agua

Mami eres traicionera 
Que la trate de maneras que ella solo quiera
Que la ponga contra el muro, ay dios que loquera (dámelo)
Dime flaca si a ti te gusta perrear
Dime flaca, quiere que te trate mal?
Dímelo ma, dímelo, ma
Mami dale duro

TRAICIONERA

lyrics

dont you hear my angels callin?
girl don’t take my heart away 
i feel like we due something big 
so is it you or I?
off a script i’m poppin 539s 
until i’m dozing off
she call my phone 
i bag the hoe 
she dancing like an animal
2x

i feel like im taking off 
but this time there’s gone b a cost 
maybe whatchu needed was someone 
who always say he wrong 
u just want somebody u could push around 
and so do i 
baby ima player from the stars 
they say im borderline 

cannot say im manic tho 
did i miss my antidote?
stuck in this lil episode 
doctors say im handsome tho 
fuck it ima cannibal
i treat these beats like hannibal 
psychedelic dreams 
i’m off a thizz, my money indigo 

i’m sauced up 
baby do you get the picture? 
he washed up 
we all play wit different figures 
i bossed up 
colored money, fancy dinners 
a tom tux 
perfect way to hide a sinner

dont you hear my angels callin?
girl don’t take my heart away 
i feel like we due something big 
so is it you or I?
off a script i’m poppin 539s 
until i’m dozing off
she call my phone 
i bag the hoe 
she dancing like an animal
2x

I tried and tried
You lied again
Last piece had of me died again
Most of these remedies I never did
Talk to myself because life is a bitch
Sit the on the curb and I think about how could this happen to me which
Way should I be taking thats good for me 
But smoke in the mirrors is all I see

I admit it shit was unexpected who gives a fuck
Im the only one who end up on that bed when time is up
Me, myself, and I thats everything that I will ever trust
Detached from the fucking facts adjusting yeah I had enough

Blinded by the lies 
Love at first sight
Covered all the signs
And part of my mind
Thought about giving it time
And giving it time to change
Yeah that was a waste
You stuck in yo ways
The end of the day
And nothing will change
U bounded by faith
U thinking u right
You outta yo mind
Im wishing you well and hoping you fine

Angels been calling my name
The end of the day my body breakdown
Start a decay inside of my grave
Unsettling images I potray inside of yo brain

Time ticking got me going insane 
Blackout got me skipping the day
All red I guess Im seeing the way
Got me fucked up I cannot be saved

dont you hear my angels callin?
girl don’t take my heart away 
i feel like we due something big 
so is it you or I?
off a script i’m poppin 539s 
until i’m dozing off
she call my phone 
i bag the hoe 
she dancing like an animal
2x


ANGELS CALLIN

lyrics 

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up 


i made her look twice when i rolled thru 
blacked out pradas off white lookin like ooo
watch yo step cause i move like a tycoon 
when i pop out all my bands colored light blue 

in the trap lookin like him wit this new chain 
she got a man tryna give a nigga new brain
suckulation what i get before i make a hoe pay 
ima pretty boy turnt up smokin on js

been got the sauce before this rap ever took off 
i could make a list of every boyfriend i’ve pissed off 
y would i settle down knowing yall got ripped off 
ill rather fuck hoes, stack bread and live like me 

inna v12 cause what’s sport without luxury?
ugly
and u would never catch me wit no junkie 
dummy 
so why would i stop knowin my fam hungry 
watch how i get this paper like a mummie

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up 

I’m in a push start, then I’m ridin on the low
Get my money fast and then you know we gotta go
Man I’m ice cold, got my pendant from the snow
Seein all the lights and all the cameras from the shows

I don’t do change, bitch I do it for the bands
Talkin at that noise you busy lookin from the stands
I don’t need fame, love my people and my fans
Get my money up and then I’m gonna hit my dance like

One time for the birthday bitch
Plant my money trees like it’s earth day quick
Cookin like I’m curry when I shoot I don’t miss
Stacks like Zirk man you know this shit is thick

Pull up full army, Seven Corps, no $NOT
Riding with the gang yellin out what’s good
Imma death grip til the green get got
You could never be us that’s forever understood

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up

VOGUE

DIE BY THE SWORD (Prod. OR. 1OVE)

idk if ill put on spotify but i made this back in march 2023, i hope u guys like it.

lyrics:

don’t wanna see you cry 
don’t wanna see you weep
i wanna see you up 
i wanna see you lead 
don’t want to let go 
but I have to leave 
yeah i’m sorry about this 
yeah i’m sorry about me 

can you blame me when my whole life based off temptation?
i had to take this 
i can’t erase it 
i know that sometimes i make mistakes and 
i try to change 
but i keep on playin
 
but now i’m 15 hours away
with someone who wants me 
why do i feel selfish 
my desires constantly win 
so i know this outcome will be a disaster 

do i love her maybe i don’t know 
somehow this feeling came when I let go 
so does that mean i’m still attached 
or did i attract the way that you loved me 

shit maybe i’m just a mess 
so leaving you alone just felt like the right thing 
i’ll rather keep at a distance 
wishing you well and hoping you get me

sorry bout me (prod cutty vibez)

KROSSES

3099

Buggin (prod. kaalah)

It's a new day, bitch I'm tryna make some money
You can see me in the valley, countin' up these hunneds
I took my bitch out of America to see she love me
They can't replicate my sound, I see em try, it's funny
Bitches on me, bitches on me, bitches on me, now
I can't take my phone off silent when I'm walkin' round
Only hoe that I respect, the one that hold me down
My girl say I'm her favourite, she show me with her mouth

In Newcastle, born and bred, I'll never leave the cold
Used to dream bout California til I got my dough
I found myself, in my city, copped myself a home
I'm bout to settle down, make hits until my neck is gold
I said one day I'd be too rich, the work I put in showing
The empire in the making still but cash be flowing
I left my job in a Camaro, shit sound like a boeing
This pretty boy swag reason Dame Margera glowing
This city boy flow reason Dame Margera paid
I still say Ion know when they ask how I ain't got fame
I pull up on em, swing a left right they gon' catch a fade
I killed the narcissist inside me had to end my pain

It's a new day, bitch I'm tryna make some money
You can see me in the valley, countin' up these hunneds
I took my bitch out of America to see she love me
They can't replicate my sound, I see em try, it's funny
Bitches on me, bitches on me, bitches on me, now
I can't take my phone off silent when I'm walkin' round
Only hoe that I respect, the one that hold me down
My girl say I'm her favourite, she show me with her mouth
It's a new day, bitch I'm tryna make some money
You can see me in the valley, countin' up these hunneds
I took my bitch out of America to see she love me
They can't replicate my sound, I see em try, it's funny
Bitches on me, bitches on me, bitches on me, now
I can't take my phone off silent when I'm walkin' round
Only hoe that I respect, the one that hold me down
My girl say I'm her favourite, she show me with her mouth

VOGUE

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