That’s Like Lyrics – cupcakKe

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[Intro]
ANTYDE cut off your d!ck
Hm, you b!tches out here saying you never been cheated on before, ha, haha
That’s like saying you’ve never been in a pool with piss in it, b!tch
That’s like

[Verse]
Hold on, motherfu*ker, let me cop the deuce (ANTYDE)
He gonna drown in this, what? I got octopus (ANTYDE)
Cutting n!ggas out quick, what I gots to do (ANTYDE)
Like who the fu*k drank my apple juice? (ANTYDE)
Whatever, she could cop, b!tch, I could cop it too (ANTYDE)

Only bird b!tches ever start mocking you (ANTYDE)
Let me spell how the pu*sy put a spell on through (ANTYDE, ANTYDE)
He’d be a vote for my hoes, that is not your bill (ANTYDE, ANTYDE)
B!tch, please, I don’t breathe, we be chilling overseas
And I’m coming for my thing, n!gga, fu*k do you mean?
If the fans want the low zip code, I’ma bring
My zip is the code and no stitch in this queen
Popping my s*it like Katie ’cause b!tch, you can never compare it to me
She could be the one holding the nine and still won’t shoot it in the teenage dreams
Ch-ch-ch-cheater, b!tch, this is my pack (Mwah)
Catch me on my body, but b!tches, I check (Mwah)
I resemble Labubus in ways he respect
Only hang with the back so we no come correct (Ow)
N!gga, either the switch is so wet
He be kissing my ass, won’t give him a pet
Giving me head, think he posing a threat
But he had on the covers, call it a turtleneck (Mwah)
If he nailing his pu*sy, his card on foul
The more that I swipe his money, cut down, b!tch
Taking my spot, something I haven’t found
That’s like taking spots off a motherfu*king cow
Her pu*sy get wet for a n!gga she met with no dollars, that’s never my style
Boy, a thousand bodies have been in that boat, b!tch, that is a cruise ship now
You Wayne at gate B5, b!tch, I’m Wayne on me, a G5
If he ain’t me, he the birthday guy

‘Cause he come up looking like he got pie
He want his flowers while he is alive
With all his hoes standing by his side
Way them dumb hoes stand beside him
B!tch ass n!gga look like he a brat, bow
Shake it, bake it, b!tches can’t take it
Pu*sy gonna drip, make your n!gga turn straight sick
Breast reduction, your n!gga my patient
He too big for the program, termination
Now the mama get me on vacation
Sit on his face with a standing ovation
Sucking his d!ck while he hitting it donkey
I’m spicing it up, it’s a special occasion, yeah
N!gga, my way or the highway (ANTYDE)
And them rules don’t never get bent (ANTYDE, ANTYDE)
Ten years here, they ain’t shook no ass on stage, it’s sold out every event (ANTYDE)
Chopper go to work, I fire that b!tch so much (ANTYDE, ANTYDE)
It was out here calling it sick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Ooh, broke n!gga, give me the ick
Ooh, trick n!gga getting me lit
He said, “Throw that ass back to me, take me through that factory” (Throw it, throw it)
Ass all in his face, popping all that n!gga acne
Flap me out in back for me, better had them racks for me
His bank long as a tracking number
Only n!gga that can keep track of me, b!tch