cupcakke – huhhhhh lyrics
[intro]
yeah
[verse]
lame ass hoes ain’t got no clout, man, a b+tch fell off like humpty+dumpy (hahaha)
i can punch a b+tch one time in the face and that b+tch gon’ drop like she bungee jumpin’ (bah+bah, bah+bah)
track star called, that’s a trick ass n+gga, that just mean that n+gga finna run me money
never understood dressin’ up for a casket, just get a onesie, onesie
man+made griddle, little sauce in the middle
better hold them pickles, this is not no riddle
this is not for the giggles, top five, no nickel
every date, black men, i do not do the wiggles
and now a racist gon’ be sentimental
b+tch get beat like an instrumental
i pull up, they take it back, rental
choppa make ’em taste of rainbow, skittles
hoe ass b+tch tryna flex, that’s pilates (huh)
freezer burn on my f+ckin’ neck, i’m so icy (huh, huh)
he’s a b+tch n+gga in the flesh, that’s my wifey
exchange my ex for some change, that’s more like me (cha+ching)
you know the money comin’ first
tell a n+gga hold his thirst
and i’m never givin’ sh+t to no b+tch, so i’m never bein’ reimbursed (huh)
these hoes faker than they purse
i don’t even know what’s worse (ooh)
still havin’ to introduce yourself while your name on your chain must hurt
’cause n0body knows you, unfortunately, that’s way life goes
let ’em meet a god, now she got the white gown to match them dirty white toes
pop out face+to+face on a b+tch, she know this sh+t finna be a ike show (brrrah)
now she like, “i ain’t even mean to say that”, turned that b+tch to a typo
ayy, f+ck that, “h+ll, h+ll, h+ll, naw, n+gga”
all the lies involved n+ggas
it’s cap, cap, cap, cap
’til it’s off with your hat, jake paul n+ggas
spin his ass, i revolve n+ggas (bah, bah+bah, bah+bah)
a friend is what i don’t call n+ggas
drop 8k on a sh+t suit, you won’t give that cake to your dogs, n+gga
spin the motherf+ckin’ block one more time, let the little n+gga know i’m not playin’ with his ass
female rap so borin’ right now, man, i can’t even cap, throw these hoes in the trash
huhhhhh (when i hear they sh+t)
huhhhhh (they illiterate)
huhhhhh (need to f+ckin’ quit)
huhhhhh (what the f+ck is this?)
sit me in a burnin’ stove, before i ever sit in they shows
the only bar that they ever told, was that the bar is too low
i can make a n+gga drop his hoes, he be like, “adi, adi, adios”
he put his d+ck in so slow, this a wet vase so his d+ck grows
this that ricky, ricky bobby
living room bigger than a lobby (on god)
wanna wipe a nose but it’s snotty, big bags on me like a trolley
d+ck caught in my mouth like jolly
long as he come out his walley (bling)
i just k!lled this sh+t on gang (cha+ching)
n+ggas burried, first name halle (cha+ching)
[outro]
huhhhhh
huhhhhh, huhhhhh
huhhhhh
huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh, huhhhhh
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