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letra de ocd - cupcakke

i’m already bigger and better
my name big without capital letters
try one of my fellas you won’t see yo future
go ask any fortune teller
i don’t understand y’all hating ass
but i stay on dirt like i ain’t taking baths
for all y’all b-tches that’s taking jabs, when you see this beam it ain’t laser tag
plots scheming have him screaming
my uppercuts will leave a n-gga dreaming
the ruger got a bad vibe to it like it’s been possessed by a demon
in yo hood i’m flying through
pulling strings but not tying shoes
wonder what my rhymes do get double money like times two
on a mission while i’m on the bike
smoking n-ggas but i’m outta hype
stay strapped up to put a b-tch to bed, but i’m not talking like a dyk-
my woes with me no ovo you don’t wanna go toe for toe
have your soul in the air like a roller coaster
b-tch i’m too much like a overdose

when i clean n-ggas out know it’s me
bag that n-gga up like groceries
none of the cops notice me
cause i cleaned the trigger ocd
cause i cleaned the trigger ocd
cause i cleaned the trigger ocd
i’m a come at where you be
and just clean n-ggas out ocd
when i clean n-ggas out know it’s me
bag that n-gga up like groceries
none of the cops notice me
cause i cleaned the trigger ocd
cause i cleaned the trigger ocd
cause i cleaned the trigger ocd
i’m a come at where you be
and just clean n-ggas out ocd

everybody claim they know me
cause i stay with bread like baloney
they say one thing but they phony, so i gotta keep it on me
n-gga run now or run later
all about my money like a fundraiser
metal wound his tongue, b-tch i’m busting lungs
choppa got his entire gums flavor
on it, my opponent shorty, think twice you don’t want it
even when i know you dead
one mo to the head shots giving you a bonus
wack his ass got my shirt messy
animal dead then my fur ready
i’m a cold b-tch that get sweet at times
d-mn n-gga that’s burberry
if i ever feel like i’m at risk, just split his ass like banana splits
check him for the cheese, mozzarella swiss
got him nervous now this goofy got the sh-ts
fake friends, really don’t need those
only come around when sh-t hot like mosquitoes
make him fold up like burritos
gave him a chip tooth no tostitos

- cupcakke

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