CUTE! Lyrics

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Call me what you want

You can call me pretty, gorgeous, handsome

But don' call me fucking cute alright? Forreal

Bitch I ain't cute, I'm beautiful

None of my niggas is new to dough

I took my guh to the range, strip on the side

So i aint new to poles

Had to get off of the biddies and back to the stu

Ain't have anywhere to go

(Had to get off of the biddies and back to the stu, aint have anywhere to go)

Listen uh she knock me out, I still her love tho

She punch me out, I still her love tho

I'll shut my mouth, it go on and on

She hate my guts, 'cause I could have em anytime I want

Fuck ya spirit raps

Fuck ya spirit raps

I aint reference my third eye for ten fucking tracks

Ya shit trash, dead hype

All i need is one mic

I dont hit niggas with bars,

Straight bomb strikes

All my peers straight legends or they dumb hype

Couldn't take my shot (pull) if we was in a gunfight

From concrete to leather, bad beats to better…

Fuck a perm, never fight a man with beretta

Only idle in my town, Vibe world forever

Felt down about myself, so i got sexy

Felt the funds get low, so I got checkey

These bored niggas holdin' back like a damn tuck knee

Fuck it, ima just flow with da shit

Bro throw da beat tape with the raps in the back of the volvo with da bros with da shit

Send for the mason, it's mayday

No i aint being ya baby, these niggas spin on ya block like a beyblade

Get me a tesla, a ak

Bet I free da slaves, in t-minus one day, uh…uh

You introduce the bro, I kama-su ya dough

I am unrulable

You thought it was sweet? It's bad to assume my bro

No, we dont dine and dash, we pay the tab, no, I aint new to codes

No, I dont fuck or smash

I love myself, bitch, I am beautiful

I'm cute, I'm cute, I'm cute, I'm hot,

I'm cute, I'm cute, I'm cute, I'm hot,

Bitch i aint cute, I'm beautiful

None of my niggas is new to dough

I took my guh to the range, strip on the side

So i aint new to poles

Had to get off of the biddies and back to the stu

Ain't have anywhere to go

Shoutout to Curt…Yo Curt! (Yerrr!)

Ayo, nigga, this shit is space mountain

Nigga, I could benchpress a damn mountain

Forget color, bitch I drunk from the youth fountain

You could do it, you the man, why you keep doubting?

Bad company had me feeling like sixty-sev'

Cut these negative niggas off, now I look twelve

Kept it in my pants, talked when I coulda yelled

After all these years, I finally know myself

So to anybody I ever could've fucked over,

Did or didn't, give myself the chance to find closure

See you in another life when ya eyes open, but I'ma spend the rest of mine in my pool soaking

Too much to this life to spend it all coping

Too much of this life to spend it all frozen

I'm playing chess with my checks, while I gamble fear

Every fuck up and mistake, it done brought me here

Reg!

908! (TESTDRIVE' Motherfucker)

908, Nigga!

(It's a TESTDRIVE')