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Cupcakke

Genres: Hip-Hop

Reality Pt. 3 Lyrics - Cupcakke

This is only three-fourths of my issues 

I ran through three rolls of Scott tissues 

In a matter of minutes tryna wipe the tears away 

Don't want to be bothered today so you ain't gotta say hey 

Fuck yo impression of me so much aggression in me 

While bitches walking round like this a beauty pageant 

I was arrested at 14 shoplifting, ain't have shit 

Yo lets talk about the fucking hard life I had 

Yall grew up in Nikes, white tees, and hell of Chanel bags 

You should be glad you got a night pad 

I couldn't afford a pad to put on my ass 

So I was using my face rag 

Yo lets talk about the fucking hard life I had 

I'm out here taking jabs yall out here doing the dab 

I'm hoping one day in life my father would take the tab for once 

Haven't saw this nigga in months 

Cause he out here fucking 17 year old's in the butts 

What the fuck my nigga you so disgust 

Bitch ass nigga you need some blush for making my tears flush 

My own bro told me I couldn't rap but look now 

Now I need to know which way to go for the next show 

All the way across the map 

"You just a lil black bitch who'll never be shit" 

Remember that's what you told me? 

But I am not buying that shit that's not what you sold me 

And the way you beat my ass from one wall to the next 

Really makes me question yo sex and did you do that to yo ex? 

Or just that one moment you wanted to feel stronger than Trex 

Let me know, cause what if yo daughter grow up a hoe? 

Would you burn her with boiling hot water on the stove? 

Or beat her like Kunta Kinte cause shes blacker than most? 

You know what? That ass whooping was the best of my life 

I'm feeling sorry for the lady you ever call wife 

Cause I got a funny taste in my mouth 

Like peanut butter on rice 

That I'm a catch you slipping one day and I ain't talking no ice 

And it won't be nice its gone get real ugly 

You post to be the brother who love me and hug me 

Not the one who picks me up by my neck strangle me and shoves me 

I know you think I don't matter 

But as a individual there's something special about me that stands out in circles like the donut wrapper 

I'm a give you one second to count your blessings that you not in jail living in this house with you is so damn reckless it feel like hell 

But I'm off it , keep calm 

Hey Mom you really deserve every penny I make 

When I look at you I see my mother and father lets call that a double take, you are so fucking great 

You my superhero you carry so much weight on your back you ain't even got room for a cape 

You the only one who give me hope and this the realist shit I ever wrote 

Part four coming soon 

 

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