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cupcakKe
Stimme und Gesang
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Yeah, so I'm back for a part two and I just wanna say
Please do not fuckin' judge me or matter fact
Fuck you if you judge me, I think that's better
So listen, I say people barely eatin', so I thank God for this bite
No light food or gas but, yeah, I thank God for them nights
I always knew wrong from right, but I never chose the right
'Cause God gave my father all the good shit up in life
'Cause man that nigga never helped my mama with shit
Wanted a boy but got a girl so told my mama, "Kick bricks"
But speakin' of bricks, I wish I had a fuckin' brick to bust this nigga head until he dead for treatin' me like shit
But that ain't the case, the case is why I chase
I chase my father down, wonderin' why I'm such a disgrace
Man, that's crazy and all these niggas tryna fuck
And girls like jell as fuck 'cause he took me out to dinner and spent a couple of bucks
But I could give a fuck about a nigga and his bucks
Don't need no drug dealer, come talk to me in a tux
One week later want a quickie, hol' up, nigga what's the rush?
Niggas want a stupid bitch to walk over and keep it hush
Well, I ain't that bitch, so next topic, people gettin' toxic
I try to stay up in the house like a motherfuckin' hostage
'Cause I don't want no drama, grew up just wantin' commas
Countin' a hunnid pennies, tryna get a dollar burger for my mama
But the grind stayed strong, mama ain't on her own
I plan to take us from the hood to a made haven throne
See mama all I got brothers don't give a crap
If I got shot up on the block they'd probably raise they hands and clap
'Cause they think I'm real sluttish 'cause I do not dress thuggish
I wear that tight shit to keep these bitches mean muggin'
So my bros think I'm a ho, fuck for money on the low
When nine outta ten a nigga wanna fuck, it's "no"
I got standards, wanted to be a dancer
13 years old prayin' for people who got cancer
But they don't see that shit, but in my spirit I'm rich
Ladies, time to walk away from niggas who callin' you a bitch
'Cause we deserve the best, I put that on my chest
So worried where he been at it's leavin' you with no rest
It's just a bunch of stress
But it's time for a change, not book smart, but got brain
To tell my story once again, part three full of pain
Comin' soon
Writer(s): 0, Elizabeth Harris
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