Keep It Cute Songtext
von Cuban Doll
Keep It Cute Songtext
Fuck these bitches thought
Lil′ dirty ass bitches
Lil' bitch keep it cute
You ain′t gangster, you a thot
All you gotta do is say my name if you need clout
That lil' TikTok money stop, throw you in a drought
Talking sticks, but yo' scary ass always in the house
Who the fuck rap beef ′bout a nigga?
I′ll spin it
I'll pay dawg to get the fuck on ′bout his business
Rapping just like me, but I'm the momma, that′s the difference
Bitch you know how many times I had to discipline children?
In a drop-top screaming out "bitch stop hiding"
You ain't never did shit, but write a rap, stop lying
When the pressure on, quick to smack a bitch ′cause I'm violent
When you speaking on my name, better keep that shit private
Last time that I checked I was that bitch in these streets
Y'all gon′ make me pop out and beat the shit out these freaks
We gon′ strike, we three deep with a stick beneath seat
'Bout to line a bitch up since she thinkin′ shit sweet
You went and settled for the worker not the plug, bitch crazy
If I really wanted Stunna I'd go and fuck Baby
Book yo′ lil' show and make you think it′s all gravy
Stomp yo' shit cricket, make yo' ass get braces
You don′t got no type of motion, man I hate this bitch
You really gotta be down bad just to date this bitch
Rocking his chain, pop yo′ stupid ass and take his shit
Gon' make me disappoint the kids, then play yo′ shit
Beat yo' ass down the block, you know how shit go
Don′t let this rapping shit fool you, you really six broke
That nigga put yo' lame ass in a Carti′ watch
My type of niggas buy rollies, whole shit blown
Fat nose, stick, bug looking ass goofy
Only popped for a year, already giving out coochie
Be happy you a bitch that cuffed one of my groupies
I don't gotta cap for a song, them interviews prove it
Last time that I checked I was that bitch in these streets
Y'all gon′ make me pop out and beat the shit out these freaks
We gon′ strike, we three deep with a stick beneath seat
'Bout to line a bitch up since she thinkin′ shit sweet
You went and settled for the worker not the plug, bitch crazy
If I really wanted Stunna I'd go and fuck Baby
Book yo′ lil' show and make you think it′s all gravy
Stomp yo' shit cricket, make yo' ass get braces
Lil′ dirty ass bitches
Lil' bitch keep it cute
You ain′t gangster, you a thot
All you gotta do is say my name if you need clout
That lil' TikTok money stop, throw you in a drought
Talking sticks, but yo' scary ass always in the house
Who the fuck rap beef ′bout a nigga?
I′ll spin it
I'll pay dawg to get the fuck on ′bout his business
Rapping just like me, but I'm the momma, that′s the difference
Bitch you know how many times I had to discipline children?
In a drop-top screaming out "bitch stop hiding"
You ain't never did shit, but write a rap, stop lying
When the pressure on, quick to smack a bitch ′cause I'm violent
When you speaking on my name, better keep that shit private
Last time that I checked I was that bitch in these streets
Y'all gon′ make me pop out and beat the shit out these freaks
We gon′ strike, we three deep with a stick beneath seat
'Bout to line a bitch up since she thinkin′ shit sweet
You went and settled for the worker not the plug, bitch crazy
If I really wanted Stunna I'd go and fuck Baby
Book yo′ lil' show and make you think it′s all gravy
Stomp yo' shit cricket, make yo' ass get braces
You don′t got no type of motion, man I hate this bitch
You really gotta be down bad just to date this bitch
Rocking his chain, pop yo′ stupid ass and take his shit
Gon' make me disappoint the kids, then play yo′ shit
Beat yo' ass down the block, you know how shit go
Don′t let this rapping shit fool you, you really six broke
That nigga put yo' lame ass in a Carti′ watch
My type of niggas buy rollies, whole shit blown
Fat nose, stick, bug looking ass goofy
Only popped for a year, already giving out coochie
Be happy you a bitch that cuffed one of my groupies
I don't gotta cap for a song, them interviews prove it
Last time that I checked I was that bitch in these streets
Y'all gon′ make me pop out and beat the shit out these freaks
We gon′ strike, we three deep with a stick beneath seat
'Bout to line a bitch up since she thinkin′ shit sweet
You went and settled for the worker not the plug, bitch crazy
If I really wanted Stunna I'd go and fuck Baby
Book yo′ lil' show and make you think it′s all gravy
Stomp yo' shit cricket, make yo' ass get braces
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