Lyrics Cupid - Dame D.O.L.L.A
808
Mafia
The
cupid
pad,
the
cupid
pad
Cupid,
ooh
You
boys
tryin'
too
hard
(Too
hard),
it's
in
me,
not
on
me
(Nah)
Ism
is
(Ridiculous)
Niggas
tryna
clone
me
(They
trippin')
Only
got
brothers
(Brothers),
I
don't
got
homies
(At
all)
Spot
her
from
a
mile
(Mile),
take
his
tenderoni
(Huh)
They
ain't
used
to
that
(Ayy),
made
him
stupid
mad
(Ayy)
Out
the
Porsche
in
some
Dior
(Ayy),
in
my
stupid
bag
(Bag)
We
don't
do
the
tag
(Tag),
black
card
or
do
it
cash
(Yeah)
She
say
she
love
the
way
I
live
(She
love
It),
I
call
the
crib
the
cupid
pad
(Cupid
pad)
You
know
the
rules,
if
she
choose,
you
lose
(Yuh)
Platforms
on
mama
Queens,
uh,
hunnid
strips
blue
(Blue)
I
don't
really
flex
(Flex),
but
today
I'm
feeling
extra
You
feel
me?
Send
my
text,
bruh,
Bentley
to
the
neck
(Uh)
Easy,
Dolla
feelin'
greasy
(Greasy)
Pulled
his
broad,
She
told
me
keep
quiet,
I
keep
it
peezy
(I
keep
it
peezy)
Let
me
rip
the
clothes
off
her
body,
the
season
Yeezy
(Season)
She
looked
me
in
my
eyes
and
said,
"Boy,
you
a
different
species"
(Big
deal)
You
boys
tryin'
too
hard
(Too
hard),
it's
in
me,
not
on
me
(Nah)
Ism
is
(Ridiculous)
Niggas
tryna
clone
me
(They
trippin')
Only
got
brothers
(Brothers),
I
don't
got
homies
(At
all)
Spot
her
from
a
mile
(Mile),
take
his
tenderoni
(Huh)
They
ain't
used
to
that
(Ayy),
made
him
stupid
mad
(Ayy)
Out
the
Porsche
in
some
Dior
(Ayy),
in
my
stupid
bag
(Bag)
We
don't
do
the
tag
(Tag),
black
card
or
do
it
cash
(Yeah)
She
say
she
love
the
way
I
live
(She
Love
it),
I
call
the
crib
the
cupid
pad
We
purchase
bottles
in
the
spot
(We
Do),
but
hold
the
fireworks
(Hold
it)
I
don't
need
to
club
to
know
what
my
attire
worth
Or
no
chick
to
set
the
scene
'cause
I
ain't
buyin'
skirt
(I'm
not)
Slide
like
a
gentleman
if
I
desire
her
(If
I
desire
her)
I
move
right,
I
let
the
instincts
drive
(Skrrt)
Then
we
goin'
bye-bye-bye
on
my
N*Sync
vibe
(Bye,
bye,
bye)
After
club
pool
parties,
skinny
dip,
she
dive
(She
dive)
Get
the
Henny,
take
a
sip
and
it's
lit,
we
live
You
boys
tryin'
too
hard
(Too
hard),
it's
in
me,
not
on
me
(Nah)
Ism
is
(Ridiculous)
Niggas
tryna
clone
me
(They
trippin')
Only
got
brothers
(Brothers),
I
don't
got
homies
(At
all)
Spot
her
from
a
mile
(Mile),
take
his
tenderoni
(Huh)
They
ain't
used
to
that
(Ayy),
made
him
stupid
mad
(Ayy)
Out
the
Porsche
in
some
Dior
(Ayy),
in
my
stupid
bag
(Bag)
We
don't
do
the
tag
(Tag),
black
card
or
do
it
cash
(Yeah)
She
say
she
love
the
way
I
live
(She
Love
it),
I
call
the
crib
the
cupid
pad
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