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​cupcakke – hot nigga (freestyle) lyrics

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[verse 1]
hot n-gga, hot n-gga them bullets gone be hot n-gga
get in my way i’m a clap any b-tch that i see and then bodies gone drop n-gga
f-ck with my bread i’m slicing yo head
all of my money it don’t come legit
cause i’m staining these n-ggas that think they hot n-ggas
and dress him up into a f-cking hot b-tch
5-4-3-2-1 n-gga you bout to see this gun
blast at yo mouth make yo -ss shout
you up in the house? then that’s my new route
pumpkin face b-tches this not halloween
finna beat that -ss then drag you out
i knock on the door with a rifle
no cookies fooling you like a girl scout
living like it’s the last day if i’m talking then it’s about pay
i got n-ggas who thirsty to k!ll any n-gga and won’t give a f-ck what you say
call up yo mama and daddy let em know that i’m real petty
i got a shovel with me i ain’t talking snow
i’m finna bury something real heavy
might ike a b-tch like i’m turner
now that’s a real f-cking turn up
if you see a b-tch with some pale skin
you better notice me i just burnt her (i did)
free feature , no boy if i’m yo track it’s destroyed
cause my metaphors make em spin me more
i’m finna f-ck em up like a f-cking wh0r-
let’s get it

(i got one mo f-cking verse and i’m just finna go crazy)

[verse 2]
yo , bandanna on with the bulletproof vest
jump out your body its a rifle to your chest
moneygram me with my f-cking check
call 911 b-tch i’m finna be a threat
purse and a wallet b-tch i got my salad
one man army when you see me it’s demolished
known to throw hands so i’m f-cking up my polish
don’t f-ck with me is the motherf-cking topic
extendos no rentals i’m in it for cents so my n-ggas we mental we crazy
we heavy, we deep, we stay up in the streets got yo hands up to your chest like you shaving
need the mula till july you n-ggas ain’t shootas so hand that up boy we gone take it
alter ego got aim meaning i’m just so angry
when that chopper go off i replace it
make a young n-gga nervous
can’t call me out like no service
give you grittin on purpose i’m so so determined that b-tch should not be f-cking with me
take yo head off with a butcher knife
and then show these b-tches they not f-cking with me
chop his d-ck off put in a pot
cook it hot so now that n-gga can’t f-ck on me



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