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letra de back in blood (remix) - ​cupcakke

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[intro]
b-tches got their stimulus check
now they acting like they up
n-ggas hit me up online but when they see me it’s a hug
no illuminati, but you want it? come get it in blood
if you looking for your mans b-tch come dig him out the mud
yeah
b-tch come dig him out the mud

[verse]
gave him 6 feet like it’s covid
yeah that casket deep as f-ck
bought a section, but y’all ratchet
section 8 all in the club
and that p-ssy so d-mn dry he gotta f-ck you in the tub
gang, gang
b-tch it’s demon time
all i really want is a peace of mind
but these hoes get addressed like it’s easter time
can’t, can’t gеt along when we combine
causе look n-gga, i don’t talk. i speak, i shine
but every time i call they’ll put me on speaker just to show a motherf-cker it’s me on the line
then i hang up quick as h-ll, it’s no pressure
brain so good he calling me dexter
if you wanna f-ck then show me your check stub
play a n-gga quick like i’m the new alexa
.223 on a aar
couple shots like i’m facing a bar
hear him trying to speak through his last breath
lowkey sound like a motherf-cking asmr
pull up in that “who’s she?”, eating sushi
with the bleu cheese, yelling out the window “whoopty”
who said they gon-
whoop me
do a b-tch nasty like-
boosie
play that carter v cause that b-tch caught a 5
bullets soaring, feeling like i’m-
tunechi
f-ck around make me a grill cheese
all this bread and cheddar, they gon-
sue me
all my opps is lying like they knew me
drip so sick i’mma need that soup tea
hit her one time with that motherf-cking bruce lee
split a b-tch lacefront into a two-piece
they done sent the wrong n-gga out for blood
i’m just finna finger f-ck em with the f-cking rifle
but that n-gga is a b-tch
so the only blood he getting is a monthly cycle
gang in this b-tch and i’m sitting on my throne
this that big d-ck energy
no perfume, i need cologne
she done f-cked 9 d-cks in one day
that p-ssy dead, okay. poor cat, poor cat
this p-ssy so low mileage, when i f-ck him he scream “corvette, corvette” (skrrrrt)
i bet pooh sheisty in the crib right now like “who the f-ck is this? who the f-ck is you?”
the beat so sticky i’m taking your sh-t
i done turned pooh shiesty to winne the pooh
yeah, that’s how shiesty a bad b-tch get
i’ll get on your beat and i’m taking your sh-t (gimme that!)
naw, i’m just playing, man
shout out to bro and shout out to durk man, you n-ggas lit
but back to these hating b-tches
i can make your n-gga cum and swallow all my nut
f-ck his ass one time, make him feel special when he all up in my guts
and he could never cum in my mouth unless i got a whole lotta hiccups
i told him “no n-gga, you can’t cum inside. i’m doing curbside pickups”
f-ck is you saying? boy i’m in j-pan
every time we land they asking for a pic
you know the dress splitting up a happy home, so the dress gotta have a split
i gave a opp head and then when he came i spit it out into a dish
then make that n-gga drink his own s-m-n, no this semi ain’t gon miss
this sh-t different, you smell that?
inhale that sh-t
when fashionnova send me free clothes i sell that sh-t
cause it’s all about that dollar, ain’t sh-t else gon entice me
terry crews up in white chicks, i’m finna beat a n-gga to the white meat
they like “that’s the girl that do giveaways
she too sweet to do a homicide”
type to beat a b-tch by her mama beats, like cover ears since your daughter crying (d-mn)
they don’t even know i take money
leave a dumb b-tch so demonitized
my bank account look like a lot of donuts while you b-tches can’t afford an apple pie
i’ll pull up with that glizzy (that glizzy)
revolver make a n-gga dizzy (he dizzy)
keep one low hand on that trigger (brrrrrraah)
then start shooting sh-t like i’m lindsay
it’s no cap under this wiggy
ain’t no love b-tch, i’m gritty
b-tch i did this for chicago cause i’m putting on for my city
gang

- cupcakke

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