“Cupcake” Written by Maria Kelly and Kenneth Charles Blume III Produced by Kenneth Blume (fka Kenny Beats) Music video directed by Miggy
Lyrics We cut off ya whiskers Mister Ain’t no Hershey this pistol kiss ya She outside I forgot to list her I let him eat cause his tongue a twister Bitch on keep biting I Michael Vick her I name my price ain’t talkin' Fisher Woah Stomp where the pedal be Don’t show no empathy I was tryn' drop for y'all They wasn’t letting me I Marc a bitch out i'm feeling heavenly tried to cut off my legs they ain’t know im a centipede You bark and no bite When I bite My shit venomous You wanted the swag you came to a specialist Pretty girl county The best are from Maryland I been myself I don’t do the embellishing They gotta suck on a dick to stay relevant
pockets cupcake confetti My seats are red spaghetti Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say don't let the hate stop you How could I Let it
My Box heart shape Nirvana Like a virgin Madonna Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say dont let the hate stop you How could I Let it
She don’t got fans she just got bots My palms is itching you pick at your crotch Peel your potato Turn you to a tot Ain’t making no moves you wake up and rot Why whip got a horse But it do not trot it came w some bs Don’t cover the sock He gone gimme head This nigga a pot Get him out the picture I’m not scared to crop Big knots in my pocket I’m your big homie Forreal ain’t shit cheap about my body gotta Pay to cop a feel Can’t clock shit while you pocket watchin Go and pay a bill And I can’t chit chat with no rats Imma Squish em if they squeal
pockets cupcake confetti My seats are red spaghetti Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say dont let the hate stop you How could I Let it My Box heart shape Nirvana Like a virgin Madonna Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say don't let the hate stop you How could I Let it
“Cupcake” Written by Maria Kelly and Kenneth Charles Blume III Produced by Kenneth Blume (fka Kenny Beats) Music video directed by Miggy
Lyrics We cut off ya whiskers Mister Ain’t no Hershey this pistol kiss ya She outside I forgot to list her I let him eat cause his tongue a twister Bitch on keep biting I Michael Vick her I name my price ain’t talkin' Fisher Woah Stomp where the pedal be Don’t show no empathy I was tryn' drop for y'all They wasn’t letting me I Marc a bitch out i'm feeling heavenly tried to cut off my legs they ain’t know im a centipede You bark and no bite When I bite My shit venomous You wanted the swag you came to a specialist Pretty girl county The best are from Maryland I been myself I don’t do the embellishing They gotta suck on a dick to stay relevant
pockets cupcake confetti My seats are red spaghetti Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say don't let the hate stop you How could I Let it
My Box heart shape Nirvana Like a virgin Madonna Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say dont let the hate stop you How could I Let it
She don’t got fans she just got bots My palms is itching you pick at your crotch Peel your potato Turn you to a tot Ain’t making no moves you wake up and rot Why whip got a horse But it do not trot it came w some bs Don’t cover the sock He gone gimme head This nigga a pot Get him out the picture I’m not scared to crop Big knots in my pocket I’m your big homie Forreal ain’t shit cheap about my body gotta Pay to cop a feel Can’t clock shit while you pocket watchin Go and pay a bill And I can’t chit chat with no rats Imma Squish em if they squeal
pockets cupcake confetti My seats are red spaghetti Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say dont let the hate stop you How could I Let it My Box heart shape Nirvana Like a virgin Madonna Lookin cunt yes I know I’m his fetish They say don't let the hate stop you How could I Let it
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Lyrics
Ain’t talkin dicks tell a broke nigga wrap it up
My man dont need a pill he got the stamina
Square ass bitch get hit with a spatula
Knock out ya tv
We Smoke on your plasma
Im off a Mushroom this won’t be the last of us
I’m so gnarly
I’m so radical
And i Got more money then your own daddy do
These Carrots on me is not for no rabbit food
Fly as propellers
Pussy wet torpedo
New Chanel bag
Rockin all flamingo
Bird ass bitch talkin
Shit thru a peep hole
We Kick your door and
got Chips doRito
He got out jail the next day
We know he told
Tripping off acid
Fuck up my Aminos
Ice ain’t taking out none of my migos
They ride on my tail got a Burberry pea coat
Better give her a muzzle
I Dog this bitch
Ain’t gotta run down
I’m walkin shit
Play in my face
I’m hawkin spit
Might just take a pic for you stalkin bitches
And when I fly it’s first not business
I ain’t follow back it hurt her feelings
I ran through the bills my house got a gate
Cdg foams can’t forget where I came from
You rapping but you ain’t a gangsta
I know niggas in the feds that’ll shank ya
You not on my level you not on my rank ya
Bad hoes give me compliments
I be like thank ya
Coupe so fast I just disappear
Trust me I keep it raining no deer
He better hoop how he all in my ear
Fifteen two zeros for my hair
I cut that nigga like a beard
Bitch I been balling all year
Better give her a muzzle
I Dog this bitch
Ain’t gotta run down
I’m walkin shit
Play in my face
I’m hawkin spit
Might just take a pic for you stalkin bitches
And when I fly it’s first not business
I ain’t follow back it hurt her feelings
I ran through the bills my house got a gate
Cdg foams can’t forget where I came from
Better give her a muzzle
I Dog this bitch
Ain’t gotta run down
I’m walkin shit
Play in my face
I’m hawkin spit
Might just take a pic for you stalkin bitches
And when I fly it’s first not business
I ain’t follow back it hurt her feelings
I ran through the bills my house got a gate
Cdg foams can’t forget where I came from
“Rituals" Video By Miggy Written by Maria Kelly and Kenneth Charles Blume III Prod By Kenneth Blume (fka Kenny Beats)
Lyrics 50 cal this bitch the size of my back 40 cal might let it blow to the max I’m smelling fruity I roll up a sack He rub on my booty And lick down my crack Woah Bussdown bussdown Watch how u act He blowing my math But I know how to add it Son all you bitches go sit with the nanny Smoke out the packs i ain’t rockin a fanny We sanitize don’t need your handing Out at the party bitches keep grabbing Wild out with my bitches I keep me a canon You not a baller your game keep laggin She not a baddie her panties granny I’m not scared of change I be going thru drastic Thought they was gone shit on me Until I passed em Big dawg big dawg How did you get it They askin Get on your feet and don’t ask for no pity I got my own dale don’t need you to chip in I’m Counting my blessings in silence You trippin I can’t show love to these witches This ain’t Nintendo lil nigga we brought out the switches His dick lookin limp think dat boy need biscuit I get to the cake cause I mixin the bisquick I keep giving sauce out Cause I got infinite I’m a real artist you bitches scribbling I be balling I don’t even dribble Dog ass bitch imma feed you some kibble Freak ass nigga tryna suck my nipples You made double i made triple Killin these hoes they think I do rituals We gone Pop that hoe like a Cicle He African I wanna party in Lagos The scent on my body byredo I stack up the Legos That nosey shit get bitches kicked off the payroll I peel off the top like the roof was a mango This ar got range but we not in a rover I won’t repeat it I already told ya Groupie ass bitch tryna sleep on my sofa This ain’t no hangover I’m a star super nova He like my car cause the motor Man tell these bitches switch the flow up Watch how I raise the score Yes I am Rico but theres no No indicting me I keep a Glock ain’t no random bitch fighting me I lie to you but you better not lie to me Use to be down they was piling on top of me I keep giving sauce out Cause I got infinite I’m a real artist you bitches scribbling I be balling I don’t even dribble Dog ass bitch imma feed you some kibble Freak ass nigga tryna suck my nipples You made double i made triple Killin these hoes they think I do rituals We gone Pop that hoe like a Cicle I keep giving sauce out Cause I got infinite I’m a real artist you bitches scribbling I be balling I don’t even dribble Dog ass bitch imma feed you some kibble Freak ass nigga tryna suck my nipples You made double i made triple Killin these hoes they think I do rituals We gone Pop that hoe like a Cicle