Testo Cut You Out - Reddy Redd
Testo della canzone Cut You Out (Reddy Redd), tratta dall'album Cut You Out
DJ Jones
All the faces blue, all of them faces blue
Bitch, I can pay for you
I started chasin' M's, I'm through textin' you
Traded in my heart and bought a Rollie, it ain't let me down
You was in my circle, you were a square, I had to cut you out
All of them faces blue, I started replacin' you
The bag I filled it up, ain't no more space for you
I sold my heart and bought a Jeep, that shit ain't let me down
We was together, you was cancer, had to cut you out
Please, don't call me baby, I ain't your baby, love
You was on playin' games, and I'm nothin' to play with, love
You've had a lot to say since you heard that I made it
Quit tryin' to call me with all that fake shit
Girl, you can save it you was too basic, found a replacement
Money and cases, I'm livin' my dream and it feels amazin'
Yea, I just bought an outfit, cost more than you got in your savings
(Got in your savings)
Love is dangerous, it'll leave you brainless
I'm on my way, I'm on the wave, I'm on a spaceship
I go get a bag, I know that they mad
It's all in their faces (it's all in their faces)
All in their faces (all in their faces)
I know that you hate it, I'm outta the basement
And I'm not goin' crazy, love, look what you made me, love
All of them faces blue, bitch, I can pay for you
I started chasin' M's, I'm through textin' you
Traded in my heart and bought a Rollie, it ain't let me down
You was in my circle, you were a square, I had to cut you out
All of them faces blue, I started replacin' you
The bag I filled it up, ain't no more space for you
I sold my heart and bought a Jeep, that shit ain't let me down
We was together, you was cancer, had to cut you out
You tellin' me I changed, homie, that I'm actin' strange
I just wasn't with the bullshit, wasn't with the games
And plus you don't believe in me, and all of my dreams
I needed someone better to rep for my team
Please stop trippin' on me
I know you trippin'
I got me a whip and bought a new pistol to sit on my hip
Diamonds glued on my walk, on the Rollie I put on my wrist
I'm just stuntin' on my ex bitch
Don't talk about love, it doesn't exist
I have saw how people can switch
It's just me and my music on the road to get rich
I put my heart into this, I put my soul into this
Had to let go of the fact that I love you
But then I found out that you really ain't shit
No use sayin' that I never make it
But look at me countin' my chips, that's what real love is
I got a gun full of pain, and I'm unloadin' the clip
All of them faces blue, bitch, I can pay for you
I started chasin' M's, I'm through textin' you
Traded in my heart and bought a Rollie, it ain't let me down
You was in my circle, you were square, I had to cut you out
All of them faces blue, I started replacin' you
The bag I filled it up, ain't no more space for you
I sold my heart and bought a Jeep, that shit ain't let me down
We was together, you was cancer, had to cut you out
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Writer(s): Norman Payne, Matthew Pfahl
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