Cupcakke — That's Like

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Cut off your d*ck
You b*tches out here saying you've never been cheated on before
That's like saying you've never been in a pool with piss in it, b*tch
That's like
Hold on, m*therfucker, let me cop the deuce
He gon' drown in this what
I got out the pools
Cut the niggas off quick when
I got some dude
Like, who the f*ck drank my apple juice
Whatever she could cop, b*tch, I could cop it too
Only verbiage has ever started mocking you
Let me spill how that p*ssy put a spell on dude
He'd be a vote for my hoes that is not your bill
B*tch, please let him breathe, we've been chillin' overseas and
I'm comin' for my things, nigga, f*ck, do you mean
If the fans want the low zip code, I'ma bring my own zip as a code
Ain't no stitch in this queen
Poppin' my s*it like
Katie, cause b*tchin' could never compare to me
She could be the one holding the nine and still won't shoot it in the teenage dreams
Che-che-che-cheater, b*tch, this is my pack
Catch me on my body, but b*tches
I check
I resemble a boo-boos in ways he respect
Only hang with the back, so he know come correct
Nig either the smooch or so wet
He be kissin' my ass, wouldn't give him a peck
Givin' me hit, think he posin' a threat
But he had on the covers called a turtleneck
If he nailin' his p*ssy, his car don't foul
The more that
I swipe, his money cut down
B*tch, checkin' my spot, somethin' I haven't found
A sight, takin' spots off on my f*ckin' cow
My p*ssy get wet for a nigga, she mad with no gallas
That's never my style, a thousand bodies have been in that boat
B*tch, that is a cruise ship now
You ain't that gay
B5 B*tch, I ain't no mere
G5 He ain't me, he the birthday guy, cuz he come up looking like he got five
He want his fibers while he is alive, but all his hoes standing by his side
Wait, them dumb hoes stand beside him, b*tch me out and back for me, better have them racks for me
His bank loan gets a trackin' number, only nigga that can keep trackin' me