Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fabric , by - cupcakKe. Song from the album Eden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: cupcakKe
Song language: English
Fabric |
| Bitch, you don’t know me, so shut the fuck up |
| Can’t walk like Naomi 'cause I got it talkin' |
| Right on my waist, and it’s heavy as fuck |
| Leave a bitch under like Harriet Tub' |
| I got a whole body, now the block hot |
| You got a half a body like a crop top |
| If it’s in my hair then it’s top notch |
| Niggas wanna cock-block |
| Niggas straight squares like hopscotch |
| Yeah, it’s too late |
| I’m pulling up straight to the gate |
| This where you call on fake |
| There’s only one way to deal with the hate |
| Make a nigga disappear like the period late |
| Okay, please don’t call me 'sus' |
| Cat fight 'cause you pus' |
| Bitch, go dash |
| No, nigga, I don’t cook |
| Never wearin' aprons, only do high fashion looks |
| So damn sassy |
| Airport, please don’t pack me |
| 'For you get popped like acne |
| Yo friends tacky |
| Say they got your back when you at me |
| But you look back in they backseats |
| Only buyin' skittles |
| 'Cause your money so damn little |
| Whip it with the hair, no Willow |
| Niggas so fake, oh |
| Don’t tell me about Kittle |
| I don’t play Malcolm in the Middle |
| Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average |
| Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average |
| Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, not cut from the same cloth, you can’t have it |
| I am a whole 'nother fabric |
| Bitch, I am made of savage, tastin' that cabbage |
| Now lemme see where the Porsche at (skrrt!) |
| Get ya shit snatched like a corset (gimme that!) |
| Need new bundles, where the horse at? |
| (where it’s at) |
| I’m always in front, like a doormat |
| Comin' in the game, I ain’t ever been a lame |
| Boy, you in the same lane, I ain’t far past |
| No candy cane, but no, we can’t hang |
| Look, bitch gettin' scalped like barrettes (barrettes) |
| Police see I’m a hard ass (hard ass) |
| Shoot a nigga right where his heart at (heart at) |
| Took a bitch spot, now she don’t know where to park at |
| Want my advice, just car crash (skrrt!) |
| Ain’t no time to play, I got a flight to L. A |
| But first, let me slide up to the bank |
| You know the money big when the bank tell us say |
| I wish I can, but I can’t! |
| (they dumbass) |
| No, I can’t give you that much |
| Three to five days is a must |
| But I walked out the bitch, same day, with 100k |
| 'Course that nigga had a crush |
| So I’m in her phone |
| Look at this pussy, it’s gold |
| So you get bread, that’s mold (ah, ah) |
| Pull up to my shows |
| Please, don’t wear no clothes (ah, ah) |
| No Amber Rose, I’m twenty-one and savage, she cold (ah, ah) |
| Got so many flows, Progresso should hire a hoe (ah, ah) |
| Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average |
| Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, nigga you really are made too average |
| Ah, ah, fabric, fabric, not cut from the same cloth, you can’t have it |
| I am a whole 'nother fabric |
| Bitch, I am made of savage, tastin' that cabbage |