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huhhhhh - ​cupcakke lyrics

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[intro]
yeah

[verse]
lame ass hoes ain’t got no clout, man, a b*tch fell off like humpty*dumpy (hahaha)
i can punch a b*tch one time in the face and that b*tch gon’ drop like she bungee jumpin’ (bah*bah, bah*bah)
track star called, that’s a trick ass n*gga, that just mean that n*gga finna run me money
never understood dressin’ up for a casket, just get a onesie, onesie
man*made griddle, little sauce in the middle
better hold them pickles, this is not no riddle
this is not for the giggles, top five, no nickel
every date, black men, i do not do the wiggles
and now a racist gon’ be sentimental
b*tch get beat like an instrumental
i pull up, they take it back, rental
choppa make ’em taste of rainbow, skittles
hoe ass b*tch tryna flex, that’s pilates (huh)
freezer burn on my f*ckin’ neck, i’m so icy (huh, huh)
he’s a b*tch n*gga in the flesh, that’s my wifey
exchange my ex for some change, that’s more like me (cha*ching)
you know the money comin’ first
tell a n*gga hold his thirst
and i’m never givin’ sh*t to no b*tch, so i’m never bein’ reimbursed (huh)
these hoes faker than they purse
i don’t even know what’s worse (ooh)
still havin’ to introduce yourself while your name on your chain must hurt
’cause n0body knows you, unfortunately, that’s way life goes
let ’em meet a god, now she got the white gown to match them dirty white toes
pop out face*to*face on a b*tch, she know this sh*t finna be a ike show (brrrah)
now she like, “i ain’t even mean to say that”, turned that b*tch to a typo
ayy, f*ck that, “h*ll, h*ll, h*ll, naw, n*gga”
all the lies involved n*ggas
it’s cap, cap, cap, cap
’til it’s off with your hat, jake paul n*ggas
spin his ass, i revolve n*ggas (bah, bah*bah, bah*bah)
a friend is what i don’t call n*ggas
drop 8k on a sh*t suit, you won’t give that cake to your dogs, n*gga
spin the motherf*ckin’ block one more time, let the little n*gga know i’m not playin’ with his ass
female rap so borin’ right now, man, i can’t even cap, throw these hoes in the trash
huhhhhh (when i hear they sh*t)
huhhhhh (they illiterate)
huhhhhh (need to f*ckin’ quit)
huhhhhh (what the f*ck is this?)
sit me in a burnin’ stove, before i ever sit in they shows
the only bar that they ever told, was that the bar is too low
i can make a n*gga drop his hoes, he be like, “adi, adi, adios”
he put his d*ck in so slow, this a wet vase so his d*ck grows
this that ricky, ricky bobby
living room bigger than a lobby (on god)
wanna wipe a nose but it’s snotty, big bags on me like a trolley
d*ck caught in my mouth like jolly
long as he come out his walley (bling)
i just k!lled this sh*t on gang (cha*ching)
n*ggas burried, first name halle (cha*ching)
[outro]
huhhhhh
huhhhhh, huhhhhh
huhhhhh
huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh

- cupcakke lyrics

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