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​cupcakke – back in blood (remix) lyrics

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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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