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quiz - cupcakke lyrics

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never lookin’ at the cost
money fillin’ up the vault (uh)
my word be the law (uh)
b-tches scary like saw (uh-ahh!)
let it be known, if a b-tch act grown
i’m coming strapped up like a bra (brrrah!)
she tried, but the b-tch failed
like i forgot to put down the salt (yeah!)

a ‘hunnid on the eway
shotgun in the briefcase
spill a b-tch brains, look like raspberry cheesecake (b-b-b-boom!)
i got so much money up on the line
i had to put that sh-t on three-way (brrring!)
up in your dm, ain’t n-body buying (hey!)
now you sell p-ssy on ebay

b-tches ain’t no sh-t (no!)
sticky fingers, i’m slick (i’m slick!)
n-gg-s claim that they charged up
but got a whole shortage in they d-ck (f-ck)
check stubs look lit (what?)
money double like twix (it do)
f-ckers dunno who they wanna be
like they’re playing in the movie “split”

the tea that i sip, it burn lip
fly lil’ b-tch with my name on a blimp
what the man know i’m hot, check temp (woo!)
b-tches be f-cking for a box of shrimp (okay!)

that could never be me
n-gg-s thirsty, drink some fiji
wrist, ice be so creamy
so we name it [?] edy’s

how the f-ck your inches longer than your money?
(how? how? how? how?)
how you hittin’ stains, with stains in your undies?
(how? how? how? how?)

hoes claim they the realest
i’m like k!ll it, don’t get me started
be the same b-tches that lie and
blame it on other people like they farted (stank -ss!)

uber pull through the drive-thru
i’m tryna get me some popeyes
bought like twenty wings
you would think i’m ’bout to split it with five guys (i’m hungry!)
might buy the uber man some, it depends on how the line fly
or he could keep the 50 cent change
get rich or die tryin’

i get no days off
your d-ck is way soft
my n-gg-s droppin’ them pounds off like they into weight loss (woo!)
ball hard, but i hate golf
switch on me, that may cost
n-gg- said he wanna see me but he’s broke
might as well be ray charles

’cause you ain’t seein’ me
don’t give a f-ck who you be (no!)
everything custom that you see
made my jacket spike lee (dem spikes!)
money all on the floor but i clean it off for your n-gg- neat [?]
i told him spell my name with his tongue
that’s akeelah and the bee (uhh!)

giggity, giggity
b-tches is silly, gee
all of my enemies try to get rid of me
i got the victory, shotgun big as me
watch your step ’cause the blood’s so slippery

i’m that popular demand
better p-ssy smell like ham
got that money, uncle sam
scam my n-gg- like joanne (wooo!)

how the f-ck your inches longer than your money?
(how? how? how? how?)
how you hit it, stains, with stains in your undies?
(how? how? how? how?)

- cupcakke lyrics

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