paroles de chanson Huhhhhh - cupcakKe
(Fantom)
Yeah
Lame
ass
hoes
ain't
got
no
clout,
man,
a
bitch
fell
off
like
humpty-dumpy
(hahaha)
I
can
punch
a
bitch
one
time
in
the
face
and
that
bitch
gon'
drop
like
she
bungee
jumpin'
(bah-bah,
bah-bah)
Track
Star
called,
that's
a
trick
ass
nigga,
that
just
mean
that
nigga
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
Bitch
get
beat
like
an
instrumental
I
pull
up,
they
take
it
back,
rental
Choppa
make
'em
taste
of
rainbow,
Skittles
Hoe
ass
bitch
tryna
flex,
that's
pilates
(huh)
Freezer
burn
on
my
fuckin'
neck,
I'm
so
icy
(huh,
huh)
He's
a
bitch
nigga
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
nigga
hold
his
thirst
And
I'm
never
givin'
shit
to
no
bitch,
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
nobody
knows
you,
unfortunately,
that's
the
way
life
goes
Let
'em
meet
a
guy,
now
she
got
the
white
gown
to
match
them
dirty
white
toes
Pop
out
face-to-face
on
a
bitch,
she
know
this
shit
finna
be
a
Ike
show
(brrrah)
Now
she
like,
"I
ain't
even
mean
to
say
that",
turned
that
bitch
to
a
typo
Ayy,
fuck
that,
"Hell,
hell,
hell,
naw,
nigga"
All
the
lies
involved
niggas
It's
cap,
cap,
cap,
cap
'Til
it's
off
with
your
hat,
Jake
Paul
niggas
Spin
his
ass,
I
revolve
niggas
(bah,
bah-bah,
bah-bah)
A
friend
is
what
I
don't
call
niggas
Drop
8K
on
a
shih
tzu,
you
won't
give
that
cake
to
your
dogs,
nigga
Spin
the
motherfuckin'
block
one
more
time,
let
the
little
nigga
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
shit)
Huhhhhh
(they
illiterate)
Huhhhhh
(need
to
fuckin'
quit)
Huhhhhh
(what
the
fuck
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
nigga
drop
his
hoes,
he
be
like,
"Adi,
adi,
adios"
He
put
his
dick
in
so
slow,
this
a
wet
vase
so
his
dick
arose
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
Dick
caught
in
my
mouth
like
jolly
Long
as
he
come
out
his
walley
(bling)
I
just
killed
this
shit
on
gang
(cha-ching)
Niggas
buried,
first
name
Halle
(cha-ching)
Huhhhhh
Huhhhhh,
huhhhhh
Huhhhhh
Huhhhhh,
huhhhhh,
huhhhhh,
huhhhhh,
huhhhhh
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