Trillville - Some Cut Lyrics

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What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
Can a n**** get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I'm beatin' and tearin' down your walls (oh yeah)

(Verse One)

This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could

But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on, on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It's no limits to what we do, cause tonight we cutting, gut busting

I'm digging in your walls something viscious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like Almond joys and kisses

And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
Bend you over and I'll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Legion of Doom

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(Verse Two)

Shit, you know the deal before a n**** even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself

The first time I called, you we're juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause

And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall

I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain't been cut up

From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around, you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey

And that's fo' sho'

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(Verse Three)

What's the business baby, can I get in them drawes
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a n**** met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all

135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you

So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I'ma tell you like this, cause a n**** so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the p**** I kill

And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck d*** from behind, and take nut in your grill
So b**** chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this d*** down on you just like I'm Teddy

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