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Cupcakke - Furniture lyrics

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Intro]



I'm calling and calling, this nigga got me sitting in the f**king crib



I can't believe this shit man, like a piece of f**king furniture?



(huh) Never again



[Verse 1]



I came across a nigga online that wanted my time



Thought it was different but it was just the same pickup line



He said before just to score trying to get my lingerie to hit the floor



Buff tough and rough he had my trust



Until his story got old and started to collect dust



The tea start spilling only two weeks in and got to replace him like a fill in



Screenshot is my witness he text me "Good morning"



But also forward it to six other bitches



Yo bullshit I can't believe it



Dishing it out to me so get ready to receive it



This not a one way street



We argue over little shit like a link or a tweet



It start out sweet until he feel like you weak



Niggas always think that they smarter than Akeelah and the Bee



But they not, they really not



My position ain't to be in competition for the number one spot



Currently in shock while I'm watching the clock



Feeling like furniture in the house of a thot



Supposed to be my spouse should never have to ask you to take me out



Are you embarrassed cause I got stretch marks?



But I thought love sparks deeper than appearance



I wanna hit yo ass with my knuckles we a couple



But you got a couple Blacks and Jamaicans



Asians and Caucasians you dress like its a special occasion



I wanna go but the car seats is taken



That mean it just seem like a vacation



I'm yo bitch, but I'm sitting in the basement?



[Chorus]



Apparently you busy it's driving me dizzy



Turn yo back on me then you turn to her



You don't take me out you just leave me in the house



Sitting there like a piece of furniture what



Furniture furniture furniture what



Furniture furniture furniture what



Furniture furniture furniture



Furniture furniture furniture



Apparently you busy it's driving me dizzy



Turn yo back on me then you turn to her



You don't take me out you just leave me in the house



Sitting there like a piece of furniture what



Furniture furniture furniture what



Furniture furniture furniture what



Furniture furniture furniture



Furniture furniture furniture
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Language: English

Appearing on: Cum Cake (2016)

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