Grilling Niggas II

cupcakKe

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    Go suck a dick through a toilet seat, you motherfuckin' haters
    Bitch, I bring a lot to the table, Will and Jada

    Phones stay locked everyday these hoes wake up
    'Cause Face ID don't recognise some bitches without makeup
    I'ma grill nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas (Woah)
    Save this one for my real nigga, nigga, nigga, niggas (Uh huh)
    Say shorty say he know me, look at him like: How you figure? (Oop)
    I ain't claiming no exes, I still be calling shit Twitter
    Flyer than the opps' soul, on the gang, rest in pissy
    Apple Vision Pro, make 'em touch the air quickly (Grrah)
    I don't fuck with labels, make that chopper say it with me
    Put that dot up on his head since we rather keep it indie
    Gang, gang, gang
    Glizzies on glizzies
    They like: How many? A milli'
    I go to city to city
    Switchin' from Bentley to Bentley

    So when hoes try to offend me
    Why would I handle it gently? (Kachow)
    Uppercut that bitch so hard, look like a chip off the willy
    If a nigga claim that he got beef (What you doin'?)
    Bitch, I'm pullin' up like Keith Lee (And what you doin'?)
    Pistol whip him like I'm tryna brush his teeth (Grr)
    Then Colgate with that trigger, watch it squeeze
    It's feelin' like December 25th every day in this bitch when I look at my bank, ooh-wee
    And since I keep a chopper everyday you can call me Mariah 'cause I carry every Christmas with ease, ha

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    Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah)
    Chopper get that bitch like: Oh, shit that's close range (Yeah)
    Up it, I'ma bust it, these bitches got no aim, your name
    Hold no weight like Ozempic and cocaine
    It's a, it's a, it's a go on this ho
    Bust it down on the floor
    Do she know? Maybe so
    Four for four, now she pour
    But my dough never low
    Check the score, I get more
    Wrist snow, that's for sure
    Bitch, I'm realer, call me Glo

    On my neck, you see this onyx
    Curve a nigga like my commas
    He say he don't ever cap 'cause he's a bitch, I guess he bonnet
    I'm just fuckin' being honest, pinky ring made niggas promise
    Ran through so, so many rings, look like an episode of Sonic
    It's an: I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, night (At all)
    Just took a bitch nigga, man, shout out trans rights
    His dick a diamond tester, let him beat it up like Ike
    'Cause, bitch, I cannot bruise when I'm wearin' all this ice

    Man, these niggas ain't, these bitches ain't, these niggas ain't on nothin'
    Spinnin' blocks, doin' donuts, so you know these hoes duckin' (Skrrt)
    I could fuck your nigga, but I'd rather fuck your cousin
    'Cause that invite to your cookout, I'ma get that bitch bustin'
    I'ma pull up, make sure I say: Hi
    6: 13, all these bitches finna die (Bye)
    Ain't talk in his city if that nigga Dubai
    Then this ass in the air, he eatin' at Dinner in the Sky

    Then it's Bye, bitch, I'm back outside, not tryna be no bride
    Don't ask Why?, 'cause I'm not gon' lie, it's a million guys
    Off the fly, he don't spend nice, not 'gon spend a night
    Swiped his card so many times, look like he tryna cut a pie
    My nigga's bitch, nigga's bitch, why the fuck would I submit?
    Text that nigga ABC, I'm the alpha 'round this bitch
    Told that nigga Look alive 'cause that chopper made him twitch (Buh, buh, buh)
    Bitch, go get some matching thighs 'cause that BBL ain't shit

    Bitch, I'm rollin', bitch, I'm rollin', bitch, I'm rollin' through the city
    In some peanut butter seats, got out the jam, the bread was iffy
    I've been out here takin' pics and livin' life and countin' millis
    I've been gone for two years and still nobody fuckin' with me
    What the fuck?

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    Composición: Cupcakke y Ruben Barba Parra

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