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cupcakke – lawd jesus كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
ayy
when i walk in a room, all the n_ggas lookin’ at me
like “what is my income?”
not droppin’ no brooms, that n_gga get stood up like how the broom challenge just went down
don’t wanna assume but b_tches really broke and i don’t know where y’all get rent from
and i’ma just spit in your face, if you walk up to me asking me can i spit somethin’
’cause i do not talk if it ain’t about money
i look at your mouth like you ramblin’
i can [?] on god, i just lost 700k off of nothin’ but gamblin’
i went sick and got fraud but i had to fight all my demons, that sh_t was real challengin’
so now when i walk around people with money, i say shut up like a mannequin (shh)
so i can just soak up they info
now my bank copy that, that’s ten fold
i don’t go wherever the wind blow
’cause if my wig fall off, that’s the end ho
but lucky i’m paid, edges stay laid like prostitutes on friday night
while you suckin’ his thing, i’m outside pullin’ strings
like a b_tch flyin’ kites and no i don’t rock mics
red bottoms with the spikes
tinted windows, out of sight
no cash just swipe
cashier like, “yikes! she’s black not white”
when i hop off my flight, naomi campbell with the wipes, ayy
save his number under “typo” ’cause that n_gga wasn’t my type
it’s nothin’ to talk to these n_ggas like sh_t but i’d rather not do that today
’cause n_ggas be trippin’, i’d rather just tell a n_gga “tie your f_ckin’ shoelace”
and n_ggas is b_tches, i’d rather just give they ass a motherf_ckin’ bouquet
and i’m really barfing in b_tches when they drop an album and that’s my new date, ayy

[chorus]
b_tch i’m eating good, double chin, black card match the skin
f_ck all my old friends, i’m not tryna make amends (lawd, jesus)
i said “mama chill, we gon’ win”
money keep comin’ in
i’m tryna change from back then
but every time i hear the sins (lawd, jesus)

[verse 2]
i’m on some positive vibes but every time n_ggas testin’ my patience
only could wait for so long, before i do you wrong
’cause i’m not a waitress (on god)
every december 31st, i go in the new year with no type of hatred
then back january 3rd, the neighbors hurt, while they treating my playlist
man these dirty b_tches don’t do the dishes
then tell a n_gga “come eat the b_tt” (how?)
and wake up with crust in they ass and that sh_t thinking they in pizza hut
but i’m off it, they coughin’
yeah i know how to market, no boston
tell a n_gga don’t talk it, just walk it
pop a n_gga like drums way too often (brrr)

- cupcakke

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