"Cupcake" lyrics
Rico, Kenny
We cut off ya whiskers, mister
Ain't no Hershey, this pistol kiss ya
She outside, I forgot to list her
Let him eat 'cause his tongue a twister
Bitch keep on biting, I Michael Vick her
I name my price, I ain't talkin' Fisher, whoa
Stomp where the pedal be, don't show no empathy
I was tryin' 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 I'm a centipede
You bark and no bite, when I bite, my shit venomous
Wanted the swag so 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, what?
Uh-huh, 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 don't 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
My whip got a horse, but it do not trot
It came with some Bs, don't cover the sock
He gon' 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 for real
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, I'ma squish 'em if they squeal
Uh-huh, 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 don't let the hate stop you, how could I let it?
Uh-huh, pockets cupcake confetti
My seats are red, spaghetti
I'm his fetish
How could I let it?
My box heart shape, Nirvana
Like a virgin, Madonna
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
We cut off ya whiskers, mister
Ain't no Hershey, this pistol kiss ya
She outside, I forgot to list her
Let him eat 'cause his tongue a twister
Bitch keep on biting, I Michael Vick her
I name my price, I ain't talkin' Fisher, whoa
Stomp where the pedal be, don't show no empathy
I was tryin' 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 I'm a centipede
You bark and no bite, when I bite, my shit venomous
Wanted the swag so 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, what?
Uh-huh, 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 don't 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
My whip got a horse, but it do not trot
It came with some Bs, don't cover the sock
He gon' 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 for real
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, I'ma squish 'em if they squeal
Uh-huh, 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 don't let the hate stop you, how could I let it?
Uh-huh, pockets cupcake confetti
My seats are red, spaghetti
I'm his fetish
How could I let it?
My box heart shape, Nirvana
Like a virgin, Madonna
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
