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lirik lagu back in blood (remix) – ​cupcakke

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[intro]
b*tches got their stimulus check
now they acting like they up
n*ggas hit me up online but when they see me it’s a hug
no illuminati, but you want it? come get it in blood
if you looking for your mans b*tch come dig him out the mud
yeah
b*tch come dig him out the mud

[verse]
gave him 6 feet like it’s covid
yeah that casket deep as f*ck
bought a section, but y’all ratchet
section 8 all in the club
and that p*ssy so d*mn dry he gotta f*ck you in the tub
gang, gang
b*tch it’s demon time
all i really want is a peace of mind
but these hoes get addressed like it’s easter time
can’t, can’t gеt along when we combine
causе look n*gga, i don’t talk. i speak, i shine
but every time i call they’ll put me on speaker just to show a motherf*cker it’s me on the line
then i hang up quick as h*ll, it’s no pressure
brain so good he calling me dexter
if you wanna f*ck then show me your check stub
play a n*gga quick like i’m the new alexa
.223 on a aar
couple shots like i’m facing a bar
hear him trying to speak through his last breath
lowkey sound like a motherf*cking asmr
pull up in that “who’s she?”, eating sushi
with the bleu cheese, yelling out the window “whoopty”
who said they gon*
whoop me
do a b*tch nasty like*
boosie
play that carter v cause that b*tch caught a 5
bullets soaring, feeling like i’m*
tunechi
f*ck around make me a grill cheese
all this bread and cheddar, they gon*
sue me
all my opps is lying like they knew me
drip so sick i’mma need that soup tea
hit her one time with that motherf*cking bruce lee
split a b*tch lacefront into a two*piece
they done sent the wrong n*gga out for blood
i’m just finna finger f*ck em with the f*cking rifle
but that n*gga is a b*tch
so the only blood he getting is a monthly cycle
gang in this b*tch and i’m sitting on my throne
this that big d*ck energy
no perfume, i need cologne
she done f*cked 9 d*cks in one day
that p*ssy dead, okay. poor cat, poor cat
this p*ssy so low mileage, when i f*ck him he scream “corvette, corvette” (skrrrrt)
i bet pooh sheisty in the crib right now like “who the f*ck is this? who the f*ck is you?”
the beat so sticky i’m taking your sh*t
i done turned pooh shiesty to winne the pooh
yeah, that’s how shiesty a bad b*tch get
i’ll get on your beat and i’m taking your sh*t (gimme that!)
naw, i’m just playing, man
shout out to bro and shout out to durk man, you n*ggas lit
but back to these hating b*tches
i can make your n*gga cum and swallow all my nut
f*ck his ass one time, make him feel special when he all up in my guts
and he could never cum in my mouth unless i got a whole lotta hiccups
i told him “no n*gga, you can’t cum inside. i’m doing curbside pickups”
f*ck is you saying? boy i’m in j*pan
every time we land they asking for a pic
you know the dress splitting up a happy home, so the dress gotta have a split
i gave a opp head and then when he came i spit it out into a dish
then make that n*gga drink his own s*m*n, no this semi ain’t gon miss
this sh*t different, you smell that?
inhale that sh*t
when fashionnova send me free clothes i sell that sh*t
cause it’s all about that dollar, ain’t sh*t else gon entice me
terry crews up in white chicks, i’m finna beat a n*gga to the white meat
they like “that’s the girl that do giveaways
she too sweet to do a homicide”
type to beat a b*tch by her mama beats, like cover ears since your daughter crying (d*mn)
they don’t even know i take money
leave a dumb b*tch so demonitized
my bank account look like a lot of donuts while you b*tches can’t afford an apple pie
i’ll pull up with that glizzy (that glizzy)
revolver make a n*gga dizzy (he dizzy)
keep one low hand on that trigger (brrrrrraah)
then start shooting sh*t like i’m lindsay
it’s no cap under this wiggy
ain’t no love b*tch, i’m gritty
b*tch i did this for chicago cause i’m putting on for my city
gang

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