cupcakke – bird box lyrics
[verse 1]
pull up to your addy, hop out of the caddy
i’m up on my bully and today i’m aggy
i f-ck on your daddy, i do this sh-t gladly
’cause he wanna hang like his f-cking pants saggy
but he gotta come with them bands
b-tch so flat that a b-tch can’t land
if it ain’t the money then what is you saying?
b-tch catch both hands like i’m praying, wait yeah
momma say, this p-ssy thicker than pepper steak
put it on his face like pepper spray
i even tell him no only yesterday
never catching me lagging b-tch, i’m outchea and i’m ready hoe
put a spell on a b-tch like i’m whipping up some spaghettios
p-ss that up, i’ma cash that buck
if my gr-ss stay cut, won’t last off luck
no cast but i cut n-gg-s fast as f-ck
i been a g, no wagon or truck
i put a n-gg- on a shirt and i ain’t talking ’bout no merch drop
this p-ssy worth a lot of bread, so we gon’ call this bird box
[verse 2]
that b-tch slower than a turtle, ay
tell her to rap like a girdle, ay
he claiming me i’ma hurt him, ay
that ain’t my baby, i’m fertile, ay
n-gg-s showing they true colors, my true colors stay purple
’cause they need to see that i’m royalty, put the gl-sses on steve urkel
yeah, i finger myself on the stage, it wasn’t underage, they lied
i wonder when a bunch of college kids screaming “f-ck me” turned five
the media stay flipping sh-t like i went home and i cried
b-tch this my body i’ll f-ck around and finger myself on live
b-tch i’m never scared, never cared, sh-t you rock, b-tch i’ll never wear
catch that b-tch in chicago and one punch drop her in delaware
your own block, you never there
by myself, i’m never pair
keep one of my sleeve and my pants, that’s why they h-lla flare
[verse 3]
they ’bout this, they ’bout that, they getting money, they big liars
all y’all n-gg-s fake as sh-t like jamal off empire
you waiting on one check, by then i done touched ten wires
head game so fire like i sat under a wig dryer
stay the f-ck out my face, your wig older than mysp-ce
that wig must be tight lace, couldn’t keep up on my light pace
i blew three hundred at the steakhouse and i ain’t even add on dessert
my p-ssy stay having asthma attacks, so i let it breathe in the skirt
i hate a easy b-tch, a needy b-tch, a let me smoke your weedy b-tch
a guy come she leave me b-tch, touch me after sneezing b-tch
i’on owe no n-gg- sh-t, i’on give a f-ck if you feed me b-tch
eat this p-ssy in return, now we both fed, act greedy b-tch
i can’t even see ya, like my wig cut like sia
got more dough, pizzeria, when you looked on my visa
b-tch slow gotta speed up, no i don’t need much
flight attendant bring me food, i said, “what are these,” she said “these nuts”
[verse 4]
i laughed then i had to mumble, all these b-tches need to be humble
these hoes get a couple of bundles then they really think they rapunzel
i can’t never let the bag crumble, jordyn woods let the bag fumble
yeah, you drop music, but it’s weak as f-ck, so pick it up that’s a stumble
and i put that up on gang, i might f-ck around, go insane
shootin’ in your crib like tyler perry turned a happy home into a house of payne
and there ain’t no b-tch in my lane, i can always spare change
devil tryna break me but it never work like mcdonalds’ ice cream machine, man
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