CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : CUPID NO ARROW
Mario
Ay, yuh
Okay like, ever since I was just a boy
I don't wanna play wit' b*t*hes, I don't wanna play wit' toys
I be sittin' n***as spittin' and that kinda give me joy
I'm not basic, like a white b*t*h who from Illinois, wearin' Corduroys (Corduroys)
I don't care about money, I just really want the f**kin' frame (Ay, ay)
But these n***as trippin', they can't even say my f**kin' name (f**kin' name)
Cupid got no arrow, but my lyrics always set to aim (What?)
Fire then I ask you, "Does it burn you, when you pick a flame" (Ayy)
I am a meme rapper, so I just really like to counter ban (Yuh)
She only f**k for this side of me, my [?] try to f**k on me (Ay)
When you try to rap, you sound like a wannabe
I only rap, when I read the, Odyssey, [?] (Yuh)
My d**k wobbly, when get E.D
Yeah, she probably f**ked my [?] (Ay)
Functions, when I get big I'm stuck to the junction
Do I go enough alright, when I rush sh*t
I rap hard, like a n***a bit of touslin'
I speak sh*t, like I can't stop rushin' (Yuh)
Oh sh*t, f**k lemme do an introduction
Hi I'm Z, I like to do f**k-sh*t
But if you try to try me, you might get the [?]-end
I'm just playin', just know, no interruptions
I'm gon' f**k my sis, like a redneck
She gon' bounce off me, like a bad chic
She give head, like a whiteboard crew neck
My hand up, like a kid doin' head check
I'm gonna nae-nae, off to the poop deck (Ay, ay)
And then I go
(Boing)
This mother f**ker, he really
He put, he put his tag in the middle of the f**king song
How-how disrespectful, how f**king-
Ay, ay, ay, okay like woah (Let's a go)
I'm really bad, like a medic
You-you speak big sh*t, can't hold your body weight (Ay)
I'm in the mouth like a biscuit, tryna bait
I'm on a Zoom, like a kid, tryna graduate
Got me a caper nick, on my watch
My wrist analytical, like Chris Boss (What?)
Oh my gosh, Kim Jong Un, turned into a squash
And I don't like b*t*hes, who know how to walk (They're a pu**y)
Imma pu**y eat ass, and I scoop like stussy
I sit on a n***a like a cushion, no Whoopie
You stupid-ass b*t*h, no n***a you a rookie (Ay, ay)
I'm gonna get exposed, now don't you lookie
I carve my way like a SoundCloud artist
And I rap fast, like wave of [?] (Damn)
Dirty and she wanna f**k in cardigan (Ay)
I like blue cheese, and my [?] in
(So long Kinga Bowser)
Ay, (God Flixterr)
Ay, okay like damn, what
Ay, yuh
Okay like, ever since I was just a boy
I don't wanna play wit' b*t*hes, I don't wanna play wit' toys
I be sittin' n***as spittin' and that kinda give me joy
I'm not basic, like a white b*t*h who from Illinois, wearin' Corduroys (Corduroys)
I don't care about money, I just really want the f**kin' frame (Ay, ay)
But these n***as trippin', they can't even say my f**kin' name (f**kin' name)
Cupid got no arrow, but my lyrics always set to aim (What?)
Fire then I ask you, "Does it burn you, when you pick a flame" (Ayy)
I am a meme rapper, so I just really like to counter ban (Yuh)
She only f**k for this side of me, my [?] try to f**k on me (Ay)
When you try to rap, you sound like a wannabe
I only rap, when I read the, Odyssey, [?] (Yuh)
My d**k wobbly, when get E.D
Yeah, she probably f**ked my [?] (Ay)
Functions, when I get big I'm stuck to the junction
Do I go enough alright, when I rush sh*t
I rap hard, like a n***a bit of touslin'
I speak sh*t, like I can't stop rushin' (Yuh)
Oh sh*t, f**k lemme do an introduction
Hi I'm Z, I like to do f**k-sh*t
But if you try to try me, you might get the [?]-end
I'm just playin', just know, no interruptions
I'm gon' f**k my sis, like a redneck
She gon' bounce off me, like a bad chic
She give head, like a whiteboard crew neck
My hand up, like a kid doin' head check
I'm gonna nae-nae, off to the poop deck (Ay, ay)
And then I go
(Boing)
This mother f**ker, he really
He put, he put his tag in the middle of the f**king song
How-how disrespectful, how f**king-
Ay, ay, ay, okay like woah (Let's a go)
I'm really bad, like a medic
You-you speak big sh*t, can't hold your body weight (Ay)
I'm in the mouth like a biscuit, tryna bait
I'm on a Zoom, like a kid, tryna graduate
Got me a caper nick, on my watch
My wrist analytical, like Chris Boss (What?)
Oh my gosh, Kim Jong Un, turned into a squash
And I don't like b*t*hes, who know how to walk (They're a pu**y)
Imma pu**y eat ass, and I scoop like stussy
I sit on a n***a like a cushion, no Whoopie
You stupid-ass b*t*h, no n***a you a rookie (Ay, ay)
I'm gonna get exposed, now don't you lookie
I carve my way like a SoundCloud artist
And I rap fast, like wave of [?] (Damn)
Dirty and she wanna f**k in cardigan (Ay)
I like blue cheese, and my [?] in
(So long Kinga Bowser)
Ay, (God Flixterr)
Ay, okay like damn, what
