CupcakKe — Motherlands

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Colder than winter wonderland drop him 12 feet under man
Stretch his ass like a rubber band, I’ll send his ass to the motherlands
Colder than winter wonderland drop him 12 feet under man
Stretch his ass like a rubber band, I’ll send his ass to the motherlands

To the motherlands, to the motherlands
Stretch his ass like a rubber band, I’ll send his ass to the motherlands
To the motherlands, to the motherlands
Stretch his ass like a rubber band, I’ll send his ass to the motherlands

Funny niggas, Jim Carey
Chase the money, Tom & Jerry
Hella bitches want beef but it get scary at my deli
I’ll ride around throw my set-up I ain’t never finna let up
Tell you once to shut up next I pin my hair up
If yo money big than I’m cool with you
Otherwise what I’m a do with you?
Bitch you talking to a animal and I’m not talking Dr. Dolittle
We draw so much money at the bank

I done made the cashier faint
I will smack yo ass so quick no love taps or no spanks
Quick thoughts its a warning do a hit & run in my foreign
Have yo body rolling off the fucking hill
Like yo first name was Lauryn
My niggas shaking up no salt shakers
I’ll hang her up , don’t call later
Motherfuckers don’t get the picture

So let me save this shit as yo wallpaper
Hear that ding-ding got my ching-ching
Take my nails off with my bling bling
Cause I’m a whack his ass with that big thing
He gone feel this shit in his ding-a-ling
Don’t tell man this hell man
No talking bitch I’m not a salesman
I’ll step on every porch on yo block
Like what up bitch I’m the mailman