chupa chups - lonemoon, Mars Deli

First things first, why you talk like a bitch?

I wouldn’t hit, but you look like a lick

My muscle twitch, make a hit for some drip

I gotta make it a quick, never to take your shit

It’s another one, they don’t want her in the world

Imma keep on going just to make them mad for real

Ha, I don’t need no damn Chanel

I’m so bitchin', I’m so bitchin', and I’m hunting for the kill

Fuck that, I don’t need your attitude, I be rollin' with the crew,

baby maybe you could too

Sike!

I don’t need you by my side

I don’t need you in my life

You can eat it, you can die

You can beat it, I don’t need it, oh I’m bleeding, I don’t lie

I don’t mean it, but I mean it, you should perish in a fire

Baby bleed it, baby bleed it, you can dream up an alliance of these people;

they be leaving, and they leaving you so dire

Whoa, check out the pace

I make me dinero when I pour me up an eight

«MEOW» on my wrist, she thinks I’m cute, I set her straight

I don’t leave her, I don’t leave her, leave her?

Yes, okay

Oh, poor lady, ooh, I could really love her I should tell her ass the truth

Bitch, I get up and I make myself a coup, I’m against this crooked system til

I’m givin life the deuce

Keep a good grip, hold it tightly

Grind the game until this shit is my scene

Bitch you do not need to see my ID

You could never ever be on my team

Check out the cross, makin' it talk

Bitch, I’m a goddess, fuck what It cost

She got a big big bag up in her socks

She got the contraband stuff in her docks

It’s that spooky ass bitch with the all white kicks

With a tall ass bitch, next to her I’m just a kid

Run up in your residence, you gon' see me in a bit, wait wait, what’s the ‘sitch

Uh, uh, let it hit

I survived when you told my ass to die

I’m alive, laugh, look in your eye

You can make me choke, but you can’t make me lie

I’m a prize, I don’t have a price

Can’t deny, I look like a dime

Gimme time, all I need is time

In my life, Imma take the things I want I’ll make ‘em mine

Imma be an icon, that’s on I

(Gold)

Bitch, ain’t enough O’s in your paycheck

I be super high, I’m on the apex

She tryna fuck, but, I ain’t got no latex

Took my heart out, replace it with a tape deck

Gotta fuck a bad bitch ‘fore the day start

Told the police I ain’t see shit like I’m Ray Charles

I be workin' everyday, I’m finna play hard

If you owe me better pay me for the late charge

I’m with Luna, that’s my sis

Blowin' down a brick

You can’t tell me shit

Had to switch the fit

Gave the bae the blade, tell the bitch let it rip

I can tell if you a sucker, ‘cause you lookin' like a lick

When I say I smell a bitch, I can smell a bitch

Keep a blade tucked if they wanna try again

If you knew what I did, I wouldn’t be so quick

Blow your shit away with the shit I think is brisk

Curbstomp

When I roll up purple weed, them crystals work, dawg

Got you think that I be killin', bitch I murk all

You suckers just got a tongue

Bad bitch on me

You got negative one

You ain’t got none, I don’t mean to be blunt

Nigga ain’t just pussy he ain’t nothin' but a cunt

Cuttin' a body, I’m popping, I’m popping, and then I’m just choppin' it up

Sleep like a baby just an hour after it’s done

The sun spites me