Cup Shorty
Solo cup shorty sippin' on Bacardi (yeah)
They playin' Party at the party
Seen that you came solo
I got something rolled I got some to smoke baby (yeah)
She don't need no one
Get her own bag when she want
She said that she just want a friend with some benefits
I can deliver that's satisfaction guaranteed
And you ain't the clingy type
I can't wait to take a bite (alright)
And I'll pick you up in the bike
You said that you'll do it for thrills
You like the way that it feels
Go and let your hair down like we making a movie like Tarantino films
You is the baddest hoe, feel like Leo DiCaprio
Solo cup shorty sippin' on Bacardi (yeah)
They playin' Party at the party
Seen that you came solo
I got something rolled I got some to toke baby
She came here with Gucci customs
Put it on her story them bitch's were bustin'
She don't need a stylist, kill you in silence
Yea she really wildin'
If she Among Us then she sussin'
I remember if it was a broken ankle or a broken heart it was Robitussin
Mix that shit like "what's inside of this?"
But you sippin' Bacardi and you pulled up to this party
And it's funny cus you don't give a fuck about anybody
Damn shorty went and caught a body (yeah)
I think murder is her hobby
I seen that you came solo
I got something rolled I got some to toke baby
They playin' Party at the party
Seen that you came solo
I got something rolled I got some to smoke baby (yeah)
She don't need no one
Get her own bag when she want
She said that she just want a friend with some benefits
I can deliver that's satisfaction guaranteed
And you ain't the clingy type
I can't wait to take a bite (alright)
And I'll pick you up in the bike
You said that you'll do it for thrills
You like the way that it feels
Go and let your hair down like we making a movie like Tarantino films
You is the baddest hoe, feel like Leo DiCaprio
Solo cup shorty sippin' on Bacardi (yeah)
They playin' Party at the party
Seen that you came solo
I got something rolled I got some to toke baby
She came here with Gucci customs
Put it on her story them bitch's were bustin'
She don't need a stylist, kill you in silence
Yea she really wildin'
If she Among Us then she sussin'
I remember if it was a broken ankle or a broken heart it was Robitussin
Mix that shit like "what's inside of this?"
But you sippin' Bacardi and you pulled up to this party
And it's funny cus you don't give a fuck about anybody
Damn shorty went and caught a body (yeah)
I think murder is her hobby
I seen that you came solo
I got something rolled I got some to toke baby
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Writer(s): Gabriel Oliveira
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