paroles de chanson Double Homicide - cupcakKe
Treat
every
nigga
just
like
a
Sloppy
Joe
With
cold
words,
bitch
we
only
finna
meet
for
bread
If
you
got
a
white
fridge
up
in
your
crib
Then
you
the
type
of
nigga
that
I
leave
for
dead
(hahaha)
'Cause
I'm
up
in
this
bitch
going
crazy,
in
my
bag
daily
When
I
ch-ch,
tote
Glocks
I
ain't
talking
no
BBL
but
the
body
gone
be
bruised
if
you
ever
see
a
bitch
post
ops
Now
let's
get
it,
the
K-O-U,
the
Glock
British
I
run
up
in
your
crib
like
"What's
cookin'
up
in
the
skillet?"
(sss)
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
shooter
'til
the
bullets
go
through
the
ceiling
Drop
a
bag
on
a
bitch
like
he
fuckin'
an
ugly
villain
He
such
a
pussy,
so
plain,
needs
some
flight,
he
gone
(hahaha)
Them
ain't
no
baby
hairs,
lil'
bitch,
they
grown
All
the
white
people
just
paused
this
song
'Cause
I'm
stealin'
off
niggas
but
the
fist
Black-owned
Now
shut
the
fuck
up
and
show
me
y'all
will
hold
the
spot
Double
textin'
this
bitch
like
emotions
hot
Call
me
Chris
Sean
Rock
in
the
back
how
I
pop
Them
Bluefaces
in
your
face,
and
this
shit
non-stop
Head,
head,
shoulders,
knees
and
toes
I
bet
this
bitch
won't
leave
with
those
When
I
pull
out
the
Glock,
locate
the
opps
Bitch
I'm
on
your
ass
'til
your
BBL
pop
I
said,
I
said,
I
said
what
the
fuck
I
said
(uh
huh)
I
saved
my
ex-nigga
number
under
"moment
of
silence"
To
me
that
nigga
is
dead
(shh)
Itty-itty-bitty,
when
you're
standing
against
me
I'm
in
your
motherfuckin'
city
and
I
want
every
penny
It's
no
cap,
no
glizzy,
I'ma
work
'til
I'm
dizzy
The
two
pockets
on
me,
look
like
they
twin
with
Biggie
I
mean
all
these
hoes
claiming
that
they
big,
I'm
like
"Mmm
nah,
no
you
ain't"
All
that
motherfuckin'
cap,
use
it
on
the
keyboard
and
I
bet
this
bitch
still
be
lowercase
He
wanna
row,
row,
row
his
boat
In
my
wet
ass
pussy,
in
my
wet
ass
throat
Nigga
tried
to
kiss
me
and
then
he
lost
hope
'Cause
I
hit
the
matrix
all
the
way
to
the
floor
Like
nah,
nah,
nah,
na-no
(shh)
All
thought
all
about
a
dead
opps
Choppa'
goin'
dumber
than
the
bitch
Think
she
know
me
just
'cause
she
know
the
sign
of
my
fuckin'
horoscope
(grrah)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker
need
a
doctor-rah
(gang,
gang)
Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah
Motherfucker
need
a
doctor-rah
(gang,
gang)
Motherfucker
need
a
doctor-rah
(gang,
gang)
Motherfucker
need
a
doctor-rah
(gang,
gang)
Bu-bu-bah-bah,
motherfucker
need
a
doctor-rah
1 Dora
2 Cody
3 Nun Nun
4 Backstage Passes
5 Dementia
6 Yawn
7 Cruella
8 Grilling N****s II
9 Connect 4
10 Water Balloon
11 Rock Paper Scissors
12 Queef
13 Aura
14 Dui
15 Double Homicide
16 Little Red Riding Good
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