Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bird Box, artist - cupcakKe. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bird Box |
| Pull up to your addy, hop out of the caddy |
| I’m up on my bully and today I’m aggy |
| I fuck on your daddy, I do this shit gladly |
| 'Cause he wanna hang like his fucking pants saggy |
| But he gotta come with them bands |
| Bitch so flat that a bitch can’t land |
| If it ain’t the money then what is you saying? |
| Bitch catch both hands like I’m praying, wait yeah |
| Momma say this pussy thicker than pepper steak |
| Put it on his face like pepper spray |
| I even tell him no only yesterday |
| Never catching me lagging bitch, I’m outchea and I’m ready hoe |
| Put a spell on a bitch like I’m whipping up some Spaghettios |
| Pass that up, I’ma cash that buck |
| If my grass stay cut, won’t last off luck |
| No cast but I cut niggas fast as fuck |
| I been a G, no wagon or truck |
| I put a nigga on a shirt and I ain’t talking 'bout no merch drop |
| This pussy worth a lot of bread, so we gon' call this bird box |
| That bitch slower than a turtle, ay |
| Tell her to rap like a girdle, ay |
| He claiming me I’ma hurt him, ay |
| That ain’t my baby, I’m fertile, ay |
| Niggas showing they true colors, my true colors stay purple |
| 'Cause they need to see that I’m royalty, put the glasses on Steve Urkel |
| Yeah, I finger myself on the stage, it wasn’t underage, they lied |
| I wonder when a bunch of college kids screaming «Fuck me"turned five |
| The media stay flipping shit like I went home and I cried |
| Bitch this my body I’ll fuck around and finger myself on Live |
| Bitch I’m never scared, never cared, shit you rock, bitch I’ll never wear |
| Catch that bitch in Chicago and one punch drop her in Delaware |
| Your own block, you never there |
| By myself, I’m never pair |
| Keep one of my sleeve and my pants, that’s why they hella flare |
| They 'bout this, they 'bout that, they getting money, they big liars |
| All y’all niggas fake as shit like Jamal off Empire |
| You waiting on one check, by then I done touched ten wires |
| Head game so fire like I sat under a wig dryer |
| Stay the fuck out my face, your wig older than my space |
| That wig must be tight lace, couldn’t keep up on my light pace |
| I blew three hundred at the steakhouse and I ain’t even add on dessert |
| My pussy stay having asthma attacks, so I let it breathe in the skirt |
| I hate a easy bitch, a needy bitch, a let me smoke your weedy bitch |
| A guy come she leave me bitch, touch me after sneezing bitch |
| I’on owe no nigga shit, I’on give a fuck if you feed me bitch |
| Eat this pussy in return, now we both fed, act greedy bitch |
| I can’t even see ya, like my wig cut like Sia |
| Got more dough, pizzeria, when you looked on my Visa |
| Bitch slow gotta speed up, no I don’t need much |
| Flight attendant bring me food, I said, «What are these,"she said «These nuts» |
| I laughed then I had to mumble, all these bitches need to be humble |
| These hoes get a couple of bundles then they really think they Rapunzel |
| I can’t never let the bag crumble, Jordyn Woods let the bag fumble |
| Yeah, you drop music, but it’s weak as fuck, so pick it up that’s a stumble |
| And I put that up on gang, I might fuck around, go insane |
| Shootin' in your crib like Tyler Perry turned a happy home into a House of Payne |
| And there ain’t no bitch in my lane, I can always spare change |
| Devil tryna break me but it never work like McDonalds' ice cream machine, man |