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CupcakKe - Double Homicide (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
cupcakKe
cupcakKe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Eden Harris
Elizabeth Eden Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fantom XXX
Fantom XXX
Producer

Lyrics

Treat every nigga just like a Sloppy Joe With cold words, bitch we only finna meet for bread If you got a white fridge up in your crib Then you the type of nigga that I leave for dead (hahaha) 'Cause I'm up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily When I ch-ch, tote Glocks I ain't talking no BBL but the body gone be bruised if you ever see a bitch post ops Now let's get it, the K-O-U, the Glock British I run up in your crib like "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (sss) I'm a motherfuckin' shooter 'til the bullets go through the ceiling Drop a bag on a bitch like he fuckin' an ugly villain He such a pussy, so plain, needs some flight, he gone (hahaha) Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown All the white people just paused this song 'Cause I'm stealin' off niggas but the fist Black-owned Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all will hold the spot Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot Call me Chris Sean Rock in the back how I pop Them Bluefaces in your face, and this shit non-stop Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes I bet this bitch won't leave with those When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps Bitch I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (uh huh) I saved my ex-nigga number under "moment of silence" To me that nigga is dead (shh) Itty-itty-bitty, when you're standing against me I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny It's no cap, no glizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy The two pockets on me, look like they twin with Biggie I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like "Mmm nah, no you ain't" All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase He wanna row, row, row his boat In my wet ass pussy, in my wet ass throat Nigga tried to kiss me and then he lost hope 'Cause I hit the matrix all the way to the floor Like nah, nah, nah, na-no (shh) All thought all about a dead opps Choppa' goin' dumber than the bitch Think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (grrah) Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang) Grrah-grah-dah-dah-dah Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang) Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang) Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (gang, gang) Bu-bu-bah-bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
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