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in my cup - pistolero2k lyrics

[intro]
ah, it’s in my raccoon wounds
in my cup, uh
in my cup, uh, yeah
in my cup, uh

[refrain]
you don’t need that sh*t, lil’ b*tch, let me hold
you don’t need that sh*t, lil’ b*tch, let me tote
i’m pourin’ the act’, i’m pourin’ the potion
i’m sippin’ too much, got me in slow motion
he runnin’ away, i’ma need to reload it
i ain’t even geekin’, like, is you high?
huh? how the f*ck do you know this?

[chorus]
pour the wok’ in my cup, tell that b*tch, “top me up”
louis v with the studs, lil’ b*tch, what the f*ck you want?
lil’ b*tch, i can’t even walk ’cause of all this actavis
b*tch, i’m tellin’ you, when i pull this heater, i won’t miss
yeah, yo’ b*tch, she want some pics for the motherf*ckin’ ‘gram
i just scammed a white kid, fifty for a f*ckin’ gram
now he tryna call back, sorry, there’s no refund
b*tch, i’m lurkin’, you can’t see me, feelin’ like john cena
yeah, yo’ b*tch, she want some pics for the motherf*ckin’ ‘gram
i just scammed a white kid, fifty for a f*ckin’ gram
now he tryna call back, sorry, there’s no refund
b*tch, i’m lurkin’, you can’t see me, feelin’ like john cena
[refrain]
you don’t need that sh*t, lil’ b*tch, let me hold
you don’t need that sh*t, lil’ b*tch, let me tote
i’m pourin’ the act’, i’m pourin’ the potion
i’m sippin’ too much, got me in slow motion
he runnin’ away, i’ma need to reload it
i ain’t even geekin’, like, is you high?
huh? how the f*ck do you know this?

[verse]
oh, you want this sh*t? well, you can’t have it back
you better watch out, i’ma spin through back
b*tch, i ride ’round town with that motherf*ckin’ mac
two pistols on me, can’t lack
you is a b*tch, and b*tch, that’s that
walk in the trap, all black with a pound to flip
all ice on me like a motherf*ckin’ [?]
b*tch better wait ’til i motherf*ckin’ [?]
i don’t care if she a ho, i’ma still f*ckin’ slam
lil’ b*tch, i know you a b*tch, it don’t matter
my old b*tch fat, but my new b*tch fatter
you already know how it go
ride ’round town with a see*through clip
you already know i keep that pole
you say that’s your wife but the b*tch do [?]
[outro]
(hahahahahahaha)
tell that b*tch, “top me up”
louis v with the studs, lil’ b*tch, what the f*ck you want?
lil’ b*tch, i can’t even walk ’cause of all this actavis
b*tch, i’m tellin’ you, when i pull this heater, i won’t miss
yeah, yo’ b*tch, she want some pics for the motherf*ckin’ ‘gram
i just scammed a white kid, fifty for a f*ckin’ gram
now he tryna call back, sorry, there’s no refund
b*tch, i’m lurkin’, you can’t see me, feelin’ like john cena

- pistolero2k lyrics

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