Cupcakke

Cupcakke - Image lyrics

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[Intro]



Don't look at me like that



Have you ever seen a pretty face before?



Well you won't



You know why? Because I wear all black everything



All black gloves, oh lemme see what else



Oh, all black mask (mmmmm)



Well lemme tell you what I want you to do



I want you to go get every f**king bullet you ever had mate



Go get it! Hurry up and go get it!



Because by the time I'm done with you



Your gonna need a motherf**king halo mate!



[Verse 1]



Yo, You gone end up in a cemetery



I'm a shoot the scene like I'm Tyler Perry



Got Mariah with me with a duffle bag so you never know what we f**king carry



I'm a come through with my homies yo whole hood finna know me



They wanna f**k me up I start squaring up I said "come on nigga just show me"



Them bullets flying like eagles I'm a shoot a nigga no free throw



I stay thirsty to catch bodies so you know I gotta f**king P bro



Pop a nigga in the mouth like D-low



What you say? You can't breathe joe



Mollywhopped again took yo oxygen



Them 40's still wet it like J-Lo



You better come correct when you see me



Cause I'll take ya shit like I'm Stevie



See I'm Stevie J with them bullet trays like Joseline you gone need me



Got cold blood of killers not Speedy Gonzales



I hang with them dealers but I'm the top driller I am a go getter be going Godzilla



Moonwalk on your grave I'm a call that shit Thriller



[Pre-Hook]



This not no gimmick, Bitch this is my image



You f**k with me like Rosemary's baby I'll leave you timid



This not no gimmick, Bitch this is my image



You f**k with me like Rosemary's baby I'll leave you timid



[Hook]



Got you wet, got you timid boy



I got you timid boy



Ski mask, black gloves, my image boy



I got you timid boy, timid boy



Ski mask, black gloves, my image boy



[Verse 2]



Man down why you on the block selling dope



You see me coming like Ray Charles with a telescope



You kill two of my niggas I'm killing four



When I wipe that back just duck low



I really don't f**k with you f**kers



Sleeping on me you'll get smothered



f**k around call up yo mother



Like I put your son face on a plugger



I need a couple entrees, pair of Lebron J's



Duck tape and rope and let it be broad day



All black room I can show you the shuffle



Leave the room by myself, he'll be in my duffle



Hit the corner store grab a bag of Ruffles



Eat the chips, grab the clip then I'm back to trouble



Chitown it's a motherf**kin' jungle



Tell you like it is we ain't even gotta mumble like



Take you out the picture with one shot you getting cropped



Pull a trigger play with your body like Photoshop



With no doubt, the block cleared out when I pulled out the motherf**king Glock



(Uh) Niggas gotta learn at some point



I'll make a nigga learn at gunpoint



Spray niggas and I ain't talkin no mase



Put a couple holes in yo head like a crate



[Hook + Post Hook]
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Language: English

Appearing on: Cum Cake (2016)

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