Letra de Thru’ The Cut - Jace!

(Feat. Cosantana)

We on his head wit', uh

(Cullen, Cullen)

We on his head wit', uh

We on his head wit', uh

We on his–, uh

We on his–, ah

We on his–, ah

We on his–, ah

We on his–, ah

We on his head with a K

I done fell in love with cake

Fuck yo' gang, I'ma add a K

I gotta run, told my shawty, "Ready?"

She don't want me, she wanna turn away

We just landed in LA, yeah

Owe me money, make him pay up

He took a pay cut

Let me count so more racks, I get paper cuts

I wanna sit back, I ain't made enough

I wanna sit back, I ain't made enough

Say it with your chest, say it with ya gut

We got AR's, fuck what ya got

Hop up in the car, slide thru' the cut (Cut)

(No, no)

My niggas slidin' in broad day

We finna go to LA and catch that nigga lackin' on Broadway

Don't want no shit up in my way

I can't lie bitch, you ruining my day

Oh, but she wanna come up to my place

Hope my niggas forgive me, my grams

And my bullets gon' give 'em a migraine

Smoking za, you ain't smoking on my strain

First class, you ain't riding on my plane

I know she not a thing to me

They know I'm keeping that thing with me

Why he hating? He really a fan of me

And I know you went out with your friends, I see

We ain't cool, you told me I'm your, "Friendamie"

I guess that we on to enemies

We on his head with a K

I done fell in love with cake

Fuck yo' gang, I'ma add a K

I gotta run, told my shawty, "Ready?"

She don't want me, she won't turn away

We just landed in LA, yeah

Owe me money, make him pay up

He took a pay cut

Let me count so more racks, I get paper cuts

I wanna sit back, I ain't made enough

I wanna sit back, I ain't made enough

Say it with your chest, say it with ya gut

We got AR's, fuck what ya got

Hop up in the car, slide thru' the cut (Cut)

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