Correction Lyrics CUPHOLDER++ by Yung pp

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*ominous noise*
f*ck n***a goddamn
Aaaaaaaah
b*tch

Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cup, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder

I put my di*k in a cupholder
N***a countin' bands hide the body in the duffle
Catch a n***a runnin' fast AR, we dump em
Hide the body in the lake, throw rocks, he sunk
Drinkin' too fast and now im drunk and
Smoke good gas, n***a thats somethin'
Slap that b*tch, till she f*ck
Thrash that b*tch, till we f*ck
Yea b*tch
Put him in the field red grass
Tommy Hilfiger, 6 feet
Hollow mags with a n***a, 6 triggers
pus*y n***a push me, n***a I end em
b*tch n***a stupid, n***a I ain't em
I'm with shoota, now he aimin'
Migrate cities like I'm Asian
Balls are shriveled like a raisin

Broke in a car, that cupholder fresh
Put my di*k in the top, give a f*ck if there's flesh
I leave my nut in a random n*gga car
It was only stage 1, I ain't take it too far
f*ck a di*k, cupholder di*kholder
I put inside my whole di*k now the tip
Leakin' c*m, no it ain't spit
In a random n*gga car I took a sh*t

Cupholder, cupholder, cupholder
Cupholder, cupholder, cupholder
Cupholder, cupholder, cupholder
Cupholder, cup, cup, cup
Cupholder, cup, cup, cup, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, cupholder
Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder

(Cupholder, Cupholder, Cupholder
Cupholder)
Yea, yea, yea, yea!

b*tch I got a cupholder, and I keep the cups right in it (what, what, what)
b*tch you got a cupholder, but you keep your Glock right in it (right in it)
b*tch I got a glocky, right by my side, I dont spin it (nah, can't, nah)
b*tch you got a glocky like, where the f*ck you hide that sh*t? (what the f*ck?)
b*tch got a bag, whippin it out, just like a hat (ooh, ooh)
b*tch got bag, walkin it out, walkin like, hey, yuh (walkin it out)
b*tch got woah, b*tch I got woah, b*tch I got ways (I got ways)
b*tch I, woah, b*tch I got woah, b*tch thats star ways (b*tch thats star ways)
I dont f*ck with no hoes, only b*tches in soles
Oh no no, the f*ck, i'm bout to blow
Make a mil, off a show, f*ck around with your dough, oh
Glocky! Glocky!

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