paroles de chanson Marge Simpson - cupcakKe
(Ooh,
ooh,
yeah,
yeah,
oh,
oh-oh,
baby)
(Oh,
no-no,
no-no,
no-no-no)
(Ooh,
ooh,
yeah,
yeah,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh-ooh,
baby)
(Oh,
no-no,
no-no,
no-no-no)
Big
pimpin',
big,
big,
big
pimpin'
Big
pimpin',
walk
up
in
the
back,
limpin'
(oh
yeah,
yeah-yeah)
Big
pimpin',
big,
big,
big
pimpin'
(oh)
Money
stack
up
so
tall,
look
like
the
hair
on
Marge
Simpson
(mmm)
Marge
Simpson,
Ma-Ma,
Marge
Simpson
(on
God)
Marge
Simpson,
you
can
call
me
Marge
Simpson
(yeah,
yeah)
Big
pimpin',
get
the
money
then
dip
Money
stack
up
so
tall,
look
like
the
hair
on
Marge
Simpson
Man,
why
you
keep
textin'
my
phone?
Leave
me
alone,
boy,
I
do
not
want
your
dick
I
see
that
nigga,
he
thirsty
as
fuck
I
ain't
givin'
him
shit,
better
swallow
his
spit
All
that
lurkin'
on
my
motherfuckin'
page
'Till
it's
oops,
I
ain't
mean
to
like
that
pic
Took
him
to
Victoria
Secret,
and
bought
him
somе
bras
Since
he
love
to
act
likе
a
bitch
(ha-ha-ha)
I
got
a
type,
and
it
ain't
you
I
like
them
niggas
who
spendin'
that
cash
I
like
them
fat
Homer
Simpson
ass
niggas
That
feed
me,
they
fat
and
they
sass
(bling)
Bitch,
I'm
expensive,
don't
bring
me
nothin'
on
the
floor
I
want
everything
locked
in
a
glass
Then
we
fuckin'
fast
Take
him
to
the
back
of
the
store,
then
he
bustin'
a
hole
in
my
mask
Now
give
me
your
money,
dummy
I
don't
wanna
hear
what
you
cannot
afford
We
back
in
his
car,
he
complaining
how
I
spent
all
his
money
I
said,
"King,
pass
me
the
aux
cord"
I
don't
wanna
hear
that
shit,
be
near
that
shit
What
the
fuck
do
you
niggas
be
thinkin'?
Gotta
wear
a
sleep
mask,
every
time
I
fuck
him
So
I
won't
see
him
cum
quicker
than
I
be
blinkin'
(mmm)
Big
pimpin',
big,
big,
big
pimpin'
Big
pimpin',
walk
up
in
the
back,
limpin'
Big
pimpin',
big,
big,
big
pimpin'
Money
stack
up
so
tall,
look
like
the
hair
on
Marge
Simpson
(mmm)
Marge
Simpson,
Ma-Ma,
Marge
Simpson
(on
God)
Marge
Simpson,
you
can
call
me
Marge
Simpson
(yeah,
yeah)
Big
pimpin',
get
the
money
then
dip
Money
stack
up
so
tall,
look
like
the
hair
on
Marge
Simpson
I
don't
want
your
man,
darling
Even
though
I
could
take
him
so
damn
quick
I
done
sat
up
on
his
sack
five
times
After
he
done
bought
me
the
whole
damn
Saks
Fifth
Feeling
like
Taylor
when
I
get
this
money
'Cause
I
spend
it
so,
so
swift
'Cause
I
only
check
for
niggas
with
big
bags
Like
an
airport
trip
You
know
my
aesthetic,
we
could
do
credit,
debit
Baby,
make
sure
the
receipt
get
shredded
'Cause
he
got
a
girl
at
home
And
if
she
come
for
me,
somebody
come
for
her,
the
paramedics
Yeah,
I
said
it,
text
it,
DeJ
Loaf
Nigga
better
know
to
come
full
breaded
(that
money)
Put
a
stack
of
money
on
the
bottom
of
my
sneakers
That's
how
a
real
bitch
walk
up
in
wedges
And
he
could
die
today,
day
or
tomorrow,
I
won't
even
give
no
fuck
I
just
hope
nobody
throw
him
a
funeral,
'cause
I
could
use
those
bucks
I'ma
make
him
turn
into
his
grave,
I
ain't
givin'
no
apologies
If
anything,
when
I
buy
the
Prada
with
his
cards
That
motherfucker
better
be
proud
of
me
(Ooh,
ooh,
yeah,
yeah)
That
motherfucker
better
be
proud
of
me
(Oh,
oh-oh,
baby,
oh,
ooh,
ooh)
(Oh,
no-no,
no-no,
no-no-no)
(Ooh,
ooh,
yeah,
yeah,
ooh,
ooh,
ooh-ooh,
baby)
(Oh,
no-no,
no-no,
no-no-no)
That
motherfucker
better
be
proud
of
me
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