Cappuccino

Aye
Yall my momma don't take me to Starbucks no-more
She said that I go overboard
Bitch I just got a skateboard
And you don't know how bored I am
I just say in my head "Oh damn"
My grandma threw away a whole fucking ham
You call movies a fucking program (What The Fuck)
Were in the future now
Bitch, we are a hologram
You know what all of this is a fucking scam
And I'm bout to move to Birmingham
You can go to Amsterdam
Oh, Goddamn
Did you just say you have an Uncle Sam
What kind of fucking name is Lindsey Graham
But yo name is Abraham
Oh shit, I have an exam (Oh)
You always in the kitchen cooking lamb
And you also cook spam (Ugh)
That shit is nasty
But you think that you are classy (classy)
Naw bitch you sassy (sassy)
And my songs will never be catchy (catchy)
Ugh, You so gassy (gassy)
You know how to be nasty (nasty)
And you a little fatty (You can't be talkin)
I know this rap trash (trashy)
This rap trash (trashy)
I need some coffee in my body (Oh)
I really need a Cappuccino
Naw, a frappuccino
You know what this shit is slow bye



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Burrell Fuller
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