Lyrics B.o.B – Cut Throat
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Ooo you in trouble
They ’bout to send them folks to your front door
Ooo you in trouble
Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like
Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga, yeah nigga
Ooo you in trouble
Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like
And they be like «you sound retarded
Why you talkin’ all that shit, you just a artist
Obviously politics ain’t yo’ department
You gon’ fuck around and make yourself a target»
And I’m just tryna do the right thang, do the right thang, ha
You the right slang, you the right slang, yeah
So just read up who on the stations that your favorite shows come on
Radio stations your favorite songs come on
The truth ain’t unknown, even the paper that I’m on
Shit even the label I’m on, shit even the paper that I own
The federal reserve ain’t even owned by the government, I’m on some other shit
I’m on a mothership, fuck are we voting for?
Who is this congressman, Fortune 500’s
Be funding the Democratics and Republicans
In case you was wonderin’
Ooo you in trouble
They ’bout to send them folks to your front door
Ooo you in trouble
Watch out for them foes, you know they cut throat, like
Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga
Don’t hold your tongue if you ain’t scared nigga, yeah nigga
Ooo you in trouble
I’m sorry there’s enough wealth in the States
To give a million dollars to each person and they still be straight
I’m talking wealth too big to measure, cheddar that don’t fit in the shredder
Treasure that don’t fit in a dresser, the best investor for a business endeavour
But you’re distracted by the ratchets
By the racket, by the bad bitch
They broadcast the madness using the same crisis act
They used for the last disaster but you didn’t catch it
Remember Katrina when they blew up the levees
All the people that said they was hearing explosions, they chopped out the edit
Tell me do you remember, or would you rather forget it
It’s the sixth-Earth parellel world armogedden
Bandz
Ooo you in trouble
They ’bout to send them folks to your front door…
?
get down! Fuck on the ground. Stop resisting
I’m not resisting, I’m not — I’m not resisting. Y’all, do ya’ll see this?
Turn this shit off
