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cupcakke - grilling niggas ii lyrics

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[verse]

phones stay locked everyday these hoes wake up

i’ma grill n+gga, n+gga, n+gga, n+ggas (woah)
say, this one for my real n+gga, n+gga, n+gga, n+ggas (uh+huh)
say, shorty say he know me, look at him like, “how you figure?” (oop)

(grrah)

glizzies on glizzies
they like, “how many?” a milli’
i go to city to city
switchin’ from bentley to bentley
so when hoes try to offend me
why would i handle it gently? (kachow)
uppercut that b+tch so hard, look like a chip off the w+lly

pistol+whip him like i’m tryna brush his t++th (grr)
then colgate with that trigger, watch it squeeze
it’s feelin’ like ooh+wee
, ha
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (yeah)
chopper get that b+tch like, “oh, sh+t, that’s close range” (yeah)
up it, i’ma bust it, these b+tches got no aim

it’s a, it’s a, it’s a go on this ho
bust it down on the floor
“do she know?” maybe so
four for four, now she pour
but my dough never low
check the score, i get more
wrist snow, that’s for sure

on my neck, you see this onyx
curve a n+gga like my commas

i’m just f+ckin’ being honest, pinky ring made n+ggas promise

it’s an, “i don’t give a f+ck, i don’t give a f+ck,” night (at all)
just took a b+tch n+gga, man, shout out trans rights
his d+ck a diamond tester,

man, these n+ggas ain’t, these b+tches ain’t, these n+ggas ain’t on nothin’
(skrrt)

then it’s, “bye,” b+tch, i’m back outside, not tryna be no bride
don’t ask why ’cause i’m not gon’ lie, it’s a million guys
off the fly, he don’t spend nice, not ‘gon spend a night
swiped his card so many times, look like he tryna cut a pie
my n+gga’s b+tch, n+gga’s b+tch, why the f+ck would i submit?

b+tch, i’m rollin’, b+tch, i’m rollin’, b+tch, i’m rollin’ through the city
in some peanut b+tter seats, got out the jam, the bread was iffy
i’ve been out here takin’ pics and livin’ life and countin’ millis

what the f+ck?

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