Cut Like Me Lyrics - Singles - Peewee Longway

(Longway, Longway, blew out my ears Bitch) 

We made it clear 

Cut from a different cloth 

This cloth, can only be found in select areas. 

(You ain't cut like me. what cloth were you cut from?) 

These niggas be screaming they with the shit 

These niggas be screaming they gangster 

These niggas be screaming that trap shit 

Be the same niggas, that scream out your name 

These niggas ain't cut like me 

These niggas ain't cut like me 

These niggas ain't cut like me 

These niggas ain't cut like me 

These niggas be screaming they with the shit 

These niggas be screaming they gangster 

These niggas be screaming that trap shit 

Be the same niggas, that scream out your name 

These niggas ain't built like me 

These niggas ain't built like me 

These niggas ain't built like me 

These niggas ain't built like me 

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You see me that on me lil nigga 

No hesitation I squeeze on the trigger(pow, pow, pow!) 

With no co-defendant that 40 my nigga 

Trapping in the trenches, Callaso living.(trap, trap, trap) 

Why me work that bitch, her name Mrs. Bentley 

Pussy nigga, get interrogated go snitch 

These niggas ain't really with the traplife shit 

Working all the time, they telling on shit 

Ain't got no convo for bales or a brick 

Keep the cash I ain't trying to get in Paperwork 

These niggas ain't shit like me. (Like Wee) 

Catch your bitch, and she dropping her panties first 

These niggas ain't shit like me 

I'm cut from a whole 'nother cloth 

Run the sack up, stash it, no I ain't go ball 

I keep me two pistols, no undo at all 

And a bitch so we can go work out the spot 

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I really ain't feeling your gangster my nigga 

They did cut you from the same blanket my nigga 

Crippin with 50, don't hang with no wangsta 

Shoot some shit up until we see bodybags 

You can pull up to my spot we sell nothin but bags 

Foreigns on foreigns with the paper tags 

I run up them bands so don't go out sad 

I talk on the phone because it might be the Fed 

Trying to purchase it but I end the call on his ass 

I thought you were gangster, now you tell the Twelve 

I had to relocate the spot on their ass 

Trappin the same old shit just a different mailman 

Same clientele with the same old scale 

These lil niggas ain't cut Like me, can't you tell? 

They screaming that shit 

I'm really with that shit 

Pull up where you at? 

I'll flip your shit!