H2hoe Lyrics – cupcakKe
Givenchy (Armani)
Balenci (And Dolce)
And Fendi (And Chloe)
Versace
*** me up
*** me up, baby
*** me up
Guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh, oh)
This *** (Oh, oh)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh, oh)
This *** (Oh, oh)
Come and motorboat me today
*** sittin’ like Rolling Ray
Hit it twice, double tap this page
Make the *** stretch like minimum wage (Haha, ha, haha)
*** the ***, ***, dig its grave
I’m an accomplice, may I just say
Actin’ like I like him ’til he pay
‘Cause mortgage ain’t free, man, okay?
I’m such a motherfuckin’ freak (Uh-huh)
Snatchin’ daddy’s soul like Tariq (Oh)
Tall ***, let me climb the tree
Chiropractor, from the back he beat (Ooh, ooh)
Drain the ***, I put it in a drought
Jenga game, he hate pullin’ out (Out)
I’ma skate after we ***
So, on the *** I just roll, bounce
And I’m poppin’, and I’m poppin’, and I’m poppin’ this twat
*** a two-hand twist, I got the *** on lock
I just make a *** shiver when I swallow every drop
I look up, *** shakin’ like he NLE Chopp’
Then that *** bust a nut in my eyes when I wake up
It’s serving UK Black girl makeup
Throat full of little babies, wait, wait, bruh
Shout out to Jada, Wada
Guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh, oh)
This *** (Ah)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh, oh)
This *** (Oh, oh)
Suckin’ on it while I look in his eyes
The *** serve courtroom, make ya *** all rise
You only gon’ catch me where the money reside
I want a *** head up like he got baptized
‘Cause I’m the *** that he like to brag about
Stick it in from the back like the tag was out
Throw the GPS, make him come the fastest route
He ’bout to straight sink in, like he crashed them couch
That *** ’bout to drown tryna rock this boaty
Cut the condom in half, now the *** gotta floaty (Uh-oh)
He gon’ wave his wand all around my throaty
Like, “You are now watchin’ a Disney showy” (Uh-oh)
Throw it back, reachin’ for them balls again
The fingers backwards, look like mister [?] sins
He got black balls, a *** only grow as I plan
But I support black business and make it expand
I’m not the one, two or three
The *** like a bungee jump inside me
Got butterfly doors, my legs up, he skeet
But first he pump gas, my tank was on E
***, eat the ass and lick between cheeks
Head game stupid, remind me of Zeke
I’m the *** fairy every day of the week
So I’m ridin’ on his cockpit, I don’t fly cheap
Guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh, oh)
This *** (Ah)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh, oh)
This *** (Oh, oh)
Now guess what got more drip than anything a *** put on?
This *** (Oh)
This *** (Ah)
(This ***)
Givenchy (This ***)
Balenci (This ***)
And Fendi (This ***)
Versace (This ***)
Armani (This ***)
And Dolce (This ***)
And Chloe (This ***)
And Louis
Uh, oh, ahh
