Fat Joe

Fat Joe - Cupcake lyrics

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Hey yo Shyke, we don't give a fuck about that recession

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Bitch I'm on the grind movin' 'em cupcakes (cupcakes)

Man bust open that duct tape

I'm ah show ya how to do a thang wit ah (beam wit ah)

Show ya how to run a team wit ah

Bitch I'm on the grind movin' them cupcakes (cupcakes)

Man bust open that duct tape

Nigga let me show you how to work that (work that)

Drop it in the water watch it double back

I got that white bitch (white bitch) color it you raise

The best in the kitchen have you niggas scrappin' plates

Got that hard shit the soft shit anyway you want it

Got that Mac if they talk shit don't nobody want it

With the G to the O to the D of the ghetto yeah we stays on that rock shit

Packing heavy metal

Got the beast (beast) I ain't talking 'bout no treble

I am a menace to society a mothafuckin' rebel

Yeah she's askin' for the scissors but I hit it from the back

Yeah she cost me hugs and kisses but you could just call me crack

Got them dulies wit me niggas and them flags is off black

Couple cuffies in the duffies and we headed for the track (bitch!)

[Chorus]

Spoken a new rocks in the kitchen workin' two pots

Tell 'em supper's ready time to feed the block

Got 'em cupcakes movin' like clockwork

West sittin' on 67 1 vert

Grippin' grain ridin' wit 'em cupcakes

Young green ass niggas don't touch weight

750 ya cup that's what it's goin' fo'

White girl on deck do you know it brah?

And I can introduce you to a brotha too

And he'd have you ridin' in that purple coupe

Put a five on him man see what he do

Unless you be a nutty greedy mahfucka you

[Chorus]

Cupcakes! (Cupcakes!), yeah who want them cupcakes?

Got 'em for the low watch me bust open that duct tape

Want a Little Debby we call that bitch jailbait

And need a whole key well that's called bail cake

A thousand of the butter watch it spread through the hood

If you get it how I get it you be shittin' if you could

Watch you niggas (?) yeah we jump a lead it

Throw our money at the sun screamin' how we net it

With my Palm Beach niggas Shyke on the track

This is slow flow killah like a knife in your back

Yeah I'm nice with the raps nicer in the kitchen

Tell the judge suck my dick I'ma serve him in the prison (bitch!)

[Chorus]

Yeah Benisour we don't see no recession nigga!

Every time you see me clean nigga

my sneakers clean they sit

my love is clean

my top is off the bitches clean

them dimes is clean

lot of ya’ll fuck niggas be havin’...

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