2Rare, Bandmanrill - Cupid (Bandmanrill Remix) lyrics
[2Rare, Bandmanrill - Cupid Bandmanrill Remix lyrics]
Ohh, uhh, ayee
Ohh, come on (Uhh, uhh)
Ayee, ayee
Ohh, ayee, ayee
Uhh, come on, ayee
Uhh huh, Uhh, Uhh
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
Bitch 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
Dick from the back all in her spine
Uhh uhhh ohhh ohhh
You ain't seeing know money what the fuck
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 fuck get off of me
Sikenawl
Come come on on me, uh
You horny see all in your
Throat come gargle me if
I'm lying I'm 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 it when I'm beating it up
I put it in, she was screaming and shocked
She on my line and she feenin' to what?
Feeling like Roddy, I beat up the box
You got to 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 playing, 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 playing, uh uhh
Yeah, we got chops, and they spray, uh uhhh
He can get hit in his face, uh uh
Ohh, come on (Uhh, uhh)
Ayee, ayee
Ohh, ayee, ayee
Uhh, come on, ayee
Uhh huh, Uhh, Uhh
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
Bitch 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
Dick from the back all in her spine
Uhh uhhh ohhh ohhh
You ain't seeing know money what the fuck
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 fuck get off of me
Sikenawl
Come come on on me, uh
You horny see all in your
Throat come gargle me if
I'm lying I'm 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 it when I'm beating it up
I put it in, she was screaming and shocked
She on my line and she feenin' to what?
Feeling like Roddy, I beat up the box
You got to 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 playing, 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 playing, uh uhh
Yeah, we got chops, and they spray, uh uhhh
He can get hit in his face, uh uh