Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starbucks, artist - cupcakKe. Album song Eden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: cupcakKe
Song language: English
Starbucks |
| Money comin' in, gotta count it, it’s a must |
| Since you smokin' niggas, that’s a Hot Cheeto puff |
| All these niggas do is walk around like they tough |
| 'Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin’s butt |
| Fuck all that shit, I don’t gotta act hard (Nah) |
| 21 and I’m walkin' with a black card (Yeah) |
| Ran up a check, I should be a track star |
| He ain’t eatin' right, so I make the cat fart |
| Right on that nigga face (Haha) |
| Should’ve saw his expression, look like he got maced |
| Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him) |
| Shoes untied, but I still win a race |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level, bitch, I stand out (Stand out) |
| Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out) |
| If you don’t answer, then I’m at your man’s house (Man's house) |
| Nickname, «Get More,» 'cause he ran out |
| What trends have you set? |
| Can I ask? |
| (Can I ask?) |
| Rockin' lace fronts but you come in last |
| Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?) |
| Same bitch wear clothes with a tag |
| Weak ass music got my ear bleedin' |
| My bitches don’t jump, we ain’t cheerleadin' |
| Noise in the crib, I don’t fear demons |
| Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin' |
| Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup |
| Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks |
| When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck |
| Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks (Hahaha) |
| So much money, I don’t know what to do with it (Do with it) |
| Might fuck around, tie my shoe with it (Shoe with it) |
| Same-ass me with a new image (New image) |
| We all know why shorty tooth missin' |
| I get straight to it, I don’t stall (I don’t stall) |
| Edges on Mr. Clean, bitch, bald (Bald head) |
| You said that pussy tighter than a straw |
| But he told me he couldn’t even feel it raw |
| Okay, um, hello |
| Scared bitch, scarecrow |
| Some of my nails broke |
| 'Cause I made her eye match her elbow, wait |
| Ain’t got time for no rival (Rival) |
| I stay booked like the Bible (Bible) |
| In these streets, I’m so liable |
| To tote that rifle and send hoes higher than the Eiffel |
| Shit never stop like a hot mom |
| I’m here to the end like dot com |
| Rastas pull up like, «Wagwan?» |
| «Let me know if you need a new shotgun» |
| I’m like, «Okay, merch that, uncle» |
| Too much money, how can I be humble? |
| I can never be a letdown, save that for the hair up on Rapunzel |
| Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup |
| Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks |
| When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck |
| Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks |