Double Homicide - cupcakke Lyrics
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[intro]
(fantom)
[verse 1]
treat every n*gga just like a sloppy joe, in cold words, b*tch, we only finna meet for bread
if you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of n*gga that i leave for dead (hahaha)
’cause i’m all up in this b*tch going crazy, in my bag daily when i ch*ch, tote glocks
now let’s get it, the k on you, the glock british
i run up in your crib like, “what’s cookin’ up in the sk!llet?” (sss)
i’ma motherf*ckin’ shoot ’til the bullets go through the ceiling
drop a bag on a b*tch, i keep f*ckin’ the ugly villain
he such a p*ssy, so plain, needs a flight, he gone
them ain’t no baby hairs, lil’ b*tch, they grown
all the white people just paused this song
because i’m stealin’ off n*ggas, but the fist black*owned
now shut the f*ck up and show me y’all’ll hold the spot
double textin’ this b*tch like emotions hot
[verse 2]
head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
i bet this b*tch won’t leave with those
when i pull out the glock, locate the opps
b*tch, i’m on your ass ’til your bbl pop
i said, i said, i said what the f*ck i said (uh huh)
i saved my ex*n*gga number under, “moment of silence,” to me, that n*gga is dead (shh)
itty*itty*bitty when you’re standing against me
i’m in your motherf*ckin’ city and i want every penny
it’s no cap, no kizzy, i’ma work ’til i’m dizzy
the two pockets on me look like they twinning with biggie
i mean all these hoes claiming that they big, i’m like, “mmm, nah, no you ain’t”
all that motherf*ckin’ cap, use it on the keyboard and i bet this b*tch still be lowercase
he wanna row, row, row his boat
in my wet*ass p*ssy, in my wet*ass throat
n*gga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
’cause i hit the matrix all the way to the floor
like nah, nah, nah, nah, no
shh, all them dead opps smoke
chopper goin’ dumber than a b*tch, think she know me just ’cause she know the sign of my f*ckin’ horoscope (grrah)
grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah
motherf*cker need a doctor*rah (gang, gang)
grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah
motherf*cker need a doctor*rah (gang, gang)
motherf*cker need a doctor*rah (gang, gang)
motherf*cker need a doctor*rah (gang, gang)
buh, buh, bah, bah, motherf*cker need a doctor*rah
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