Cupcakke

Cupcakke - Meet And Greet songtekst

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Hide my money, none less

Or I'll put a treasure in your chest

Hoes faces say they need rest

[?] bitches is a mess

I'm fly as hell so he wanna smash

Got me feeling like an insect

That 40 give a nigga choices

Wanna go in, you're deaf or in debt

Man, I'm rolling and I'm loaded

Shotgun with me, bitch, I told it

It's so big two people hold it

Slap your casket with some roses

Weak bitches tryna tear me down

But I never frown 'cause I'm still open

Niggas roll up on the roam

When they gon' roll out in a wheelchair

That's all I know, I gotta go

Business cannot be running slow

Taking straight L's, that's a no no

That's a late nigga, oh [?] on the run

Anyone can get popped in the mouth

Ain't talking 'bout soda, soda

Black guy with your blood leaking

That shit looking like Coca Cola

All you 'bout to see is yellow tape

So I shoulda came in a taxi

Put the MAC to a bitch face

Like a bitch lips look chappy

Only time a bitch can tell me "have a seat"

Is if I'm on the Ellen Show

Otherwise, me, my chopper, bitch

Same size as a telescope



Meet and greet, meet and greet

Chop a freak, meet a bitch, put her to sleep

Meet and greet, meet and greet

Chop a freak, meet a bitch, put her to sleep



Shawty can't teach me shit

I'm like hell naw, I been expelled

No joke, these nigga's broke

They'd f**k around and rob a wishing well

I won't put it past none

What nigga's do for the fun's

You wearing Air Forces to the club, nigga?

That's a sign you 'bout to throw ones (broke ass!)

Say what I want, I'm no coward

Bitch I still pee in the shower

I make 10k in an hour

He callin' me baby like powder

Double it, double it, double it, money bag so heavy I double it

Loudest bitches on the internet be the ones mumblin' when they in public

Threats on the net, do you really think I fear that?

Dirty ass bitch, wax her pussy with her earwax

C'mon my nigga you gotta be stupid if you really think I'm not sitting on ready

They know I'm hot, and I'm stirring a pot

They might f**k around, think that I'm making spaghetti

Wake up, no makeup and I still look like I'm worth gold

You wake up, y'all break up

'Cause you Anabelle with no makeup on

That's not a good look, bitch get lost

6 figures, still taking off

Shoot until I see tomato sauce

Swerve through your body that's a cross



Meet and greet, meet and greet

Chop a freak, meet a bitch, put her to sleep

Meet and greet, meet and greet

Chop a freak, meet a bitch, put her to sleep

Meet and greet, meet and greet

Chop a freak, meet a bitch, put her to sleep

Meet and greet, meet and greet

Chop a freak, meet a bitch, put her to sleep



Cho-cho-chop a freak

Cho-cho-chop a freak
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Taal: Engels

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