Cupcakke

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[Intro]



This shit crazy



Look



[Verse 1]



Bean bag full of shots different from a bag of Skittles



If shit get bumpy bust it in your face like a f**king pimple



I need God to answer more prayers so I'm headed to the temple



Bitches sit around on they ass like they done failed cripple



Every convo got a time limit



Cause I don't like to put my mind in it



I don't sympathize with nobody guys



Look me in my eyes and they traumatized



A nigga can't even make me blush



Cause I get more play than Toys are Us



Lay her body out like thin crust so we can chop it up with no Pizza Hut



Waste time on a amateur, give her 31 shots no calendar



I bet he kick back when he heat it make a nigga jump like a cheerleader



Feel it like Peter pushing bitches to the side like Amina



Since I'm the color of a pork and bean



I don't wanna see no cops on the scene



Cause shit could get terrible



So when I move a body or I do a robbery I'm careful



Stained quick you ain't getting shit, money ain't shareable



So don't try to walk a day in my shoes, he-hell naw they ain't wearable



[Hook] [2x]



Might need me a church niggas finna get hurt



Dig deep in that dirt for that body you search



For that money I search for that body they search



For that money I search for that body they search



I'm a search search search search



I'm a search search search search



I'm a search search search search



For that money I search for that body they search



[Verse 2]



Shorty I can't even save ya, like I ran out of data



Bitch I'm typing up yo will, gone say bye to Jada



Got guns in the backseat bigger than an alligator



If I draw the chopper on you it's only out to erase you



Let me show you a sample, aim at yo head make it bubble like



Shampoo



Money ain't coming slowmo, if it cost to be the boss then nigga what's the total?



Niggas say they global they not even mobile



We can't even social got him getting vocal



I'm just on a move half the ones who ain't got shit got hell of shit to prove



Bitches still broke if you getting money and them bills due



Holla at my mans for he talk them bands cause I'm not a fool



Big family I got to feed more than the Huxtables



So when you see me in yo sight bets believe I'm finna hustle you



Motherf**kers out here owe me money thinking they untouchable



If she don't meet me with my cheese



I'm a crack her that's a Lunchable



[Hook] [x2]
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Language: English

Appearing on: Cum Cake (2016)

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