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letra de vyzaddy - cupcakke’s in the microwave

[intro]
sl-sl-slurp that d-ck, yeah, ’til it cum

[verse 1]
put it past my tongue, i wanna feel it on my lungs
that’s the eggs in this p-ssy
’cause i ate that egg full, yum (yum! yum!)
daddy, i’m so numb (i’m numb)
hurry up and cum (and cum)
put a straw to that d-ck
this taste better than rum
[pre-chorus]
and i’m poppin’, and i’m poppin’, and i’m poppin’ this tw-t
f-ck a two-hand twist, i got the d-ck on lock
i just make a n—- shiver when i swallow every drop
i look up, n—- shakin’ like he nle chopp’
then that d-ck bust a nut in my eyes when i wake up
it’s serving uk black girl makeup
throat full of little babies, wait, wait, bruh
shout out to jayda wayda

[verse 2]
come and motorboat me today
titties sittin’ like rolling ray
hit it twice, double tap this page
make the p-ssy stretch like minimum wagе
k!ll the p-ssy, n—-, dig its grave
i’m an accomplice, may i just say
actin’ likе i like him ’til he pay
’cause mortgage ain’t free, man, okay?
[pre-chorus]
i’m such a motherf-ckin’ freak (uh-huh)
sn-tchin’ daddy’s soul like tariq (oh)
tall n—-, let me climb the tree
chiropractor, from the back he beat
drain the d-ck, i put it in a drought
jenga game, he hate pullin’ out (out)
i’ma skate after we f-ck
so, on the d-ck i just roll, bounce

[bridge]
suckin’ on it while i look in his eyes
the p-ssy serve courtroom, make ya d-cks all rise
you only gon’ catch me where the money reside
i want a n— head up like he got baptized
’cause i’m the motherf-cker that he like to brag about
stick it in from the back like the tag was out
throw the gps, make him come the fastest route
he ’bout to straight sink in, like he crashed them couch
that n—- ’bout to drown tryna rock this boaty
he cut the condom in half, now the d-ck gotta floaty (uh-oh)
he gon’ wave his wand all around my throaty
like, “you are now watchin’ a disney showy” (uh-oh)
throw it back, reachin’ for them b-lls again
the fingers backwards, look like mr. crocker’s hands
he got black b-lls, a d-ck only grow as i plan
but i support black business and make it expand
[breakdown]
i’m not the one, two or three
the d-ck like a bungee jump inside me
got b-tterfly doors, my legs up, he skeet
but first he pump gas, my tank was on e
n—-, eat the ass and l!ck between cheeks
head game stupid, remind me of zeke
i’m the p-ssy fairy every day of the week
so i’m ridin’ on his c-ckpit, i don’t fly cheap

[chorus]
guess what got more drip than anything a b-tch put on?
this p-ssy (ah, ah), this p-ssy (shh, ah)
now, guess what got more drip than anything a b-tch put on?
this p-ssy (ah, ah), this p-ssy (ah, ah)
now, guess what got more drip than anything a b-tch put on?
this p-ssy (ah, ah), this p-ssy (shh, ah)

[outro]
this p-ssy, givenchy
this p-ssy, balenci
this p-ssy, and fendi
this p-ssy, versace
this p-ssy, armani
this p-ssy, and dol-

- cupcakkes in the microwave

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