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cupcakke - new nigga now lyrics

[verse 1]
ayo, get the f+ck out the bed, motherf+cker, go grab it
you wanna be homeless than let your brain live lavish
take glimpse of the fit, this that black girl magic
he saw me right i woke up in this b+tch rockin’ the rabbit
i treat the game like toast, b+tch, i said what i said
if you want me to pop up, b+tch, you gon’ double the bread
he dialin’ 911, then he got shot in the head
i keep a nine ’cause i’m the one that make your loved ones dead
keep a f+ck n+gga with me that f+ck n+ggas to bed
he my personal library, leave him left on read
before i jump over the groom, i jump off the edge
and that b+tch, he comin’ with me, pull him down by his dreads
these b+tches mad, i’m the motherf+ckin’ goat
huh, huh, huh, get my d+ck up out your throat
b+tch don’t even know she wrote a suicide note
she pin me to her location, that was murder she wrote
i knew the glock was by her tw+t, and i instantly giggled
i said, “every dumb+dumb come with a stick the middle”
and they f+ckin’ rocket science, keep your head on the swivel
cake way from bottom to the top, but this is not a mcgriddle

[chorus]
shout out to freedom, when you don’t need ’em
i know a b+tch right now that won’t leave ’em
say she done, next day, she swallow precum
hold the f+ck up, lemme show you how to leave ’em
i leave a n+gga on read, leave a n+gga unfed
leave a n+gga for dead, leave a n+gga no bread
leave a n+gga one dread, never leave and be preg
told me wake him up for work, i leave the b+tch up in the bed
i leave a n+gga on read, leave a n+gga unfed
leave a n+gga for dead, leave a n+gga no bread
leave a n+gga one dread, never leave and be preg
told me wake him up for work, i leave the b+tch up in the bed
[verse 2]
i put my mental health first, everything else last
time to overcome everything from my past
birth year, your grand prize, you need a new hustle fast
’til your full birthday equal your house and cash
rule number one, you gotta show a n+gga where he stayin’ (show that n+gga)
if you think you can’t, show the n+gga that you can
say he pop off for the money, so i do not understand
how the f+ck you keep a rubber but you do not keep a band?
rule number two, matter of fact, f+ck the rules, what it do?
treat that b+tch ass n+gga how the f+ck he treats you
f+ck a l!ck back, heard that cl!ck+clack, then he knew
we be sockin’ n+ggas first like we slidin’ in the shoe
and if you see me gettin’ married, please smack me out my gown
i was dragged in that b+tch, i didn’t walk down the aisle
when they said, “can you come please recite your vows?”
a+e+i+o+u, n+gga now
black card in this b+tch, and i’m so excited
i smelled a broke n+gga, now i got bronchitis
bad b+tches only, yeah, i think i decided
the devil is a man, so ain’t no n+ggas invited

- cupcakke lyrics

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