CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Cupid (Bandmanrill Remix)
Ohh, uhh, ayee
Ohh, come on (Uhh, uhh)
Ayee, ayee
Ohh, ayee, ayee
Uhh, come on, ayee
Uhh huh, Uhh, Uhh
I'm not the n***a you want
Ohh, I'm just being honest
Keep it a buck, like Giannis
She treat me like a goddess
Tryna put it in you're gu-uu-u uut
B*t*h I'm really tryna fu-uu-ck
They a kill 'em if they running up
Like a DJ, need diamonds with my kutz
Uhh-uhhh Ohhh Ohh
D**k from the back all in her spine
Uhh-uhhh ohhh ohhh
You ain't seeing know money what the f**k, is you blind
Like, Patrick Maholmes, she chiefin'
I ain't Abraham, when is we Lincoln?
We hit his hoe, Sharkiesha
Put a bag on his head if he thinkin' 'bout touchin me
I got the Glock, that back you up, up off of me, she wanna f**k get off of me, sike nah
Come, come on on me, uh, you horny see
All in your throat, come gargle me, if im lying, im flying, I ain't got no wings
Jersey to Philly, they know how we rock
I cannot cuff on a strag or thot
Shorty, she love when I'm beating it up
I put it in, she was screaming and shocked
She on my line and she fiendin' to what?
Feeling like Roddy, I beat up the box
You gotta go, is you leaving or what?
She saying, "No", she don't wanna stop
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, huh
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, uh-uhh
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, huh
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, uh-uhh
Beat it right up, make it say, "Uh-uhh"
That boy 'gone die, if he play, uh-uhh
Yeah, we got chops, and they spray, uh-uhhh
He can get hit in his face, uh-uh
Beat it right up, make it say, "Uh-uhh"
That boy 'gone die, if he play, uh-uhh
Yeah, we got chops, and they spray, uh-uhhh
He can get hit in his face, uh-uh
[Outro]
Ohh, come on (Uhh, uhh)
Ayee, ayee
Ohh, ayee, ayee
Uhh, come on, ayee
Uhh huh, Uhh, Uhh
I'm not the n***a you want
Ohh, I'm just being honest
Keep it a buck, like Giannis
She treat me like a goddess
Tryna put it in you're gu-uu-u uut
B*t*h I'm really tryna fu-uu-ck
They a kill 'em if they running up
Like a DJ, need diamonds with my kutz
Uhh-uhhh Ohhh Ohh
D**k from the back all in her spine
Uhh-uhhh ohhh ohhh
You ain't seeing know money what the f**k, is you blind
Like, Patrick Maholmes, she chiefin'
I ain't Abraham, when is we Lincoln?
We hit his hoe, Sharkiesha
Put a bag on his head if he thinkin' 'bout touchin me
I got the Glock, that back you up, up off of me, she wanna f**k get off of me, sike nah
Come, come on on me, uh, you horny see
All in your throat, come gargle me, if im lying, im flying, I ain't got no wings
Jersey to Philly, they know how we rock
I cannot cuff on a strag or thot
Shorty, she love when I'm beating it up
I put it in, she was screaming and shocked
She on my line and she fiendin' to what?
Feeling like Roddy, I beat up the box
You gotta go, is you leaving or what?
She saying, "No", she don't wanna stop
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, huh
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, uh-uhh
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, huh
When I hit she say, huh, "Beat it up", she say, uh-uhh
Beat it right up, make it say, "Uh-uhh"
That boy 'gone die, if he play, uh-uhh
Yeah, we got chops, and they spray, uh-uhhh
He can get hit in his face, uh-uh
Beat it right up, make it say, "Uh-uhh"
That boy 'gone die, if he play, uh-uhh
Yeah, we got chops, and they spray, uh-uhhh
He can get hit in his face, uh-uh
[Outro]
