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the silverback wife - cupcakke lyrics

[intro]
i don’t give a f*ck, f*ck
i don’t give a f*ck, f*ck, no mo’
all these years i done gave to the game
and still no respect on my name?
well, b*tch, guess what?
well, now i’m demandin’ it
it’s called coloring
no, you know what you can do?
you can suck my invisible d*ck
monkey see, monkey do
until some gorillas come beatin’ on they f*ckin’ chest

[verse]
sheesh, take your favorite rapper, capisce
they done let the wrong b*tch up off the leash
these motherf*ckers p*ssy and i’ma do ’em dirty as f*ck
’til the p*ssy can’t wipe off the yeast
i’m a motherf*ckin’ beast, i opened these doors for you b*tches
i should close ’em like marvin the priest
chopper gon’ sing while these bullets flying over your head
can’t a chris brown concert compete
now send that b*tch right to me
i’m in this b*tch like stewie
got a big ass head that overgrew me
halloween day if a b*tch ever say
that she walked down on me and she ever did spook me
keep sh*t fooshie
tell these b*tches i’m a smoothie
the fruits of your labor come right through me
yeah, i saw hate when i say roller*skate
the only time a b*tch could ever walk a day in my shoes
turnin’ black in this motherf*cker
i’m talkin black, black, black, black, black (uh*huh)
i hit ’em with that rat*tat, tat, tat, tat (grrah)
what’s my sin? i would never do that
if anything turn a b*tch matte black
shawty skin gettin’ light for some likes
it’s a whole ‘nother motherf*ckin’ thing (are you stupid?)
like b*tch, take the ranch off the skin
like the color of a barbeque wing
b*tch, wing, queen, dream, steam
these hoes can’t do a f*ck thing
i gave these hoes schemes, memes, hits, dreams
overcame poverty by all means
i put that on my momma and it ain’t nothin but a comma in this b*tch
that could make a b*tch go so cuckoo
think she the biggest, look like a magic trick
stand by me, she gon’ be a labubu
so much chrome on me, i don’t need a goo*goo
life a movie, what the f*ck is a hulu?
both our n*ggas gettin’ took, it’s a moo*moo
i’m the sh*t cause i sn*tch both of her boo*boos
feelin like steve harvey when i’m talking to b*tches
like standing on family feud
i’m like, “name a b*tch that’s f*ckin’ with me”
muted the room
now lemme go twiddle my motherf*ckin’ thumbs
yo’ ass so flat he’d rather eat drums (mhm)
old school whip, but the bad b*tch young
blacked on this b*tch, ’til the white meat come (mhm)
if doctor now seen my bank, he’ll run
ain’t so fun when i’ll run and got the gun
he ain’t talking money, then cut out his tongue
now that n*gga literally bumpin’ his gums

- cupcakke lyrics

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