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cupcakke – yo lost lyrics

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[intro]

this for the ladies, who keep getting hurt

don’t let him hurt you no more

tell him like

[pre-hook]

man, i never said love cost

always wondering what you f–king thought

lying and cheating but now you call?

f–k you that yo loss

i never said love cost

always wondered what you f–king thought

lying and cheating but now you call?

f–k you that yo loss

[hook]

what you good at?

selling a love story that don’t exist

can’t make me happy no more you make me p-ssed

f–king and licking up on another b-tch

sending out dirty pics like you selling d-ck

selling a love story that don’t exist

can’t make me happy no more you make me p-ssed

f–king and licking up on another b-tch

sending out dirty pics like you selling d-ck

[verse 1]

like a black cat at one o’clock in the morning

snuck through your phone saw one text, “i’m h-rny”

for you to be my n-gg- that was real corny

but get some rest i’m on that -ss in the morning (i am)

f–k naw, i’m on that -ss right now

when i want the d-ck you be way too high (you do)

was you chilling with the bros or maybe that was a lie

got b-tches lurking on my page like a motherf–king spy

they thinking we a couple but ain’t even got a t-tle

they thinking we in love looking for rings and david bridal

who you been f–king when i be up on my cycle?

that’s when he start saying “baby you kind of psycho”

nah, young n-gg- i’m the realist

when a woman love your demands can’t feel it

not getting love in return that’ll put me in my feelings

i let you bust when you want when my knees be kneeling

you just pg-13 and i’m rated are

cause i thought i was the only b-tch up in your heart

i’m tryna figure out the pieces, what you hiding in the dark?

is you mad? was you lying from the f–king start?

sometimes you make me feel like i ain’t sh-t

i hop on instagram uploading pics

but why i get up on your page seeing b-tches that you laid comment call me baby i want the d-ck

and what happened to the roses? they stop coming in

what happen to “i ain’t pulling out i’m c-mming in”?

what happen to the louis gucci, prada, and the fend?

i’m -ssuming another b-tch got all that coming in

but it’s cool, two can do the same n-gg-

you not a real n-gg-, you’s a f–king lame n-gg-

this not no arcade stop it with the games n-gg-

i need an elephant d-ck become a p-ssy hitter

[pre-hook]

man, i never said love cost

always wondered what you f–king thought

lying and cheating but now you call?

f–k you that yo loss

i never said love cost

always wondered what you f–king thought

lying and cheating but now you call?

f–k you that yo loss

[hook]

what you good at?

selling a love story that don’t exist

can’t make me happy no more you make me p-ssed

f–king and licking up on another b-tch

sending out dirty pics like you selling d-ck

selling a love story that don’t exist

can’t make me happy no more you make me p-ssed

f–king and licking up on another b-tch

sending out dirty pics like you selling d-ck

[verse 2]

and it all start playing out up in my head

at the strip clubs where you spend your bread

only time you pop up is in my bed

you treat me like cr-p and you won’t text back like you dead

that b-tch sticking around for that paycheck

and you just sticking around for that late neck

telling me lies when you look me in my eyes

and i’m knowing that you cheating and i hate that

but f–k it you can’t say that b-tch look better

and what’s her name man, i hope it ain’t heather

and when you get up in my bed you said f–k what she said

cause you like how my p-ssy get wetter

do you think i’m trouble, trouble (i’m not)

stop lying you ain’t working no doubles

i know you whipped between her legs thinking about my head

and everything just become that struggle

sometimes you got me feeling like i’m mental

when the truth is you just a f–king rental

you got a sweet tooth for every young thing that p-ss by

if you keep it up you might need a dental

and do you think you can trust that b-tch?

knowing you a dopeboy, she a snitch

i held you down when you ain’t have sh-t

what’s funny is another b-tch pop up when you rich

do you think that’s a good excuse now?

and do you dry my tears when i cry

you just a f–king hoe f–king a f–king hoe

telling me and that b-tch a whole bunch of lies

[pre-hook]

man, i never said love cost

always wondered what you f–king thought

lying and cheating but now you call?

f–k you that yo loss

i never said love cost

always wondered what you f–king thought

lying and cheating but now you call?

f–k you that yo loss

[hook]

what you good at?

selling a love story that don’t exist

can’t make me happy no more you make me p-ssed

f–king and licking up on another b-tch

sending out dirty pics like you selling d-ck

selling a love story that don’t exist

can’t make me happy no more you make me p-ssed

f–king and licking up on another b-tch

sending out dirty pics like you selling d-ck

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