Paroles Cupcake Rico Nasty

Cupcake

RX
(Uh-huh)
(Come on now, you know when I'm coming, woah)
Rico, Kenny (Um)

We cut off ya whiskers, mister
Ain't no Hershey, this pistol kiss ya (Mwah)
She outside, I forgot to list her (Uh-huh)
Let him in 'cause his tongue a twister (A twister)
Bitch keep on biting, I Michael Vick her (Hey)
I name my price, I ain't talkin' Fisher, woah (Let's go)
Stomp where the pedal be, don't show no empathy
I was tryna drop for y'all, they wasn't letting me
I Marc a bitch out, I'm feeling heavenly (Hey)
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 (Uh-huh)
My seats are red, spaghetti (Yeah)Lookin' cunt, yes, I know I'm his fetish (Uh-huh)
They say don't let the hate stop you, how could I let it? (Uh-huh)
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)

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' give me head, this nigga a pot
Get him out the picture, I'm not scared to crop (Uh-huh, RX)
Big knots in my pocket, I'm your big homie for real
Ai-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 (Yeah, what?)
I'm 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)
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 (They said we ain't holdin' back no more, right?)
I'm his fetish, how could I let it?
My box heart shape, Nirvana
Like a virgin, Madonna (I need them fuck-niggas to get out the way right now, hello?)

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RX