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letra de my cup - ilyloncey

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[intro]
oh, oh, aye, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh

[chorus]
hoes want a problem with me imma jump off the roof watch me cut them all up
you ain’t my b-tch couldn’t spend all my bucks
i don’t care because i still got some lean in my cup b-tch
slime on her back she a sl-t
y-y-y’all some little p-ssy couldn’t talk with your gut
g-l-o-c on my body get book
if he ain’t want to solve it i’m lighting it up b-tch
before the beef y’all all switched up
i got receipts i could lay out the pictures
you were just mad that i pick one of your b-tch up
why that crab ass boy keeps tweeting he missed us
i just been here counting rack
roll up your brother i’m smoking on thrax
i got my coat for the season all black
oh, that’s your b-tch then your hoe getting sn-tched

[verse]
yeah, i’m finna cap on that b-tch with no pay
moving that sh-t getting high by the day
ducking my face is you scared of this k
i’ll keep on roaming i know where you stay
b-tch imma warm up your place
i got that g9 tucking that g9 to ace
b-tch you been here with no tapes
smoking like 10x hitting that 10 to the face
i get the cake
run to the bank
imma go take that little b-tch out the way
catching a stray all for the gang
he wants that static i’m making it rain
play like a game, go for the fame, he wants it all then i’m getting him gone
ain’t got no shame up in my rank he talking crazy i’m sending him home
i’m with the squad b-tch i’m watching their backs
sending your man’s then i’m clearing them packs
f-cking your b-tch and my pants finna sag
if you gon run up we run up the bags
i got the tags you know
i get the tags you know
shopping at saks you know
b-tch i’m top dog but i don’t eat out the bowl
[chorus]
hoes want a problem with me imma jump off the roof watch me cut them all up
you ain’t my b-tch couldn’t spend all my bucks
i don’t care because i still got some lean in my cup b-tch
slime on her back she a sl-t
y-y-y’all some little p-ssy couldn’t talk with your gut
g-l-o-c on my body get book
if he ain’t want to solve it i’m lighting it up b-tch
before the beef y’all all switched up
i got receipts i could lay out the pictures
you were just mad that i pick one of your b-tch up
why that crab ass boy keeps tweeting he missed us
i just been here counting rack
roll up your brother i’m smoking on thrax
i got my coat for the season all black
oh, that’s your b-tch then your hoe getting sn-tched

[verse]
yeah, i’m finna cap on that b-tch with no pay
moving that sh-t getting high by the day
ducking my face is you scared of this k
i’ll keep on roaming i know where you stay
b-tch imma warm up your place
i got that g9 tucking that g9 to ace
b-tch you been here with no tapes
smoking like 10x hitting that 10 to the face

- ilyloncey

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