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O.C.D
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Hip-Hop/Rap
O.C.D was released on June 19, 2016 by cupcakKe as a part of the album S.T.D
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AlbumS.T.D
Release DateJune 19, 2016
LabelcupcakKe
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
cupcakKe
cupcakKe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Harris
Elizabeth Harris
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Yeah
I'm already bigger and better
My name big without capital letters
Try one of my fellas you won't see yo' future, go ask any fortune teller
I don't understand y'all hating ass, but I stay on dirt like I ain't taking baths
For all y'all bitches that's taking jabs, when you see this beam it ain't laser tag
Plots scheming have him screaming, my uppercuts will leave a **** dreaming
The Ruger got a bad vibe to it like it's been possessed by a demon (Demon)
In yo' hood I'm flying through, pulling strings but not tying shoes
Wonder what my rhymes do, get double money like times two
On a mission while I'm on the bike
Smoking ****, but I'm outta hype
Stay strapped up to put a bitch to bed, but I'm not talking like a dyke
My woes with me no OVO, you don't wanna go toe for toe
Have your soul in the air like a roller coaster
Bitch, I'm too much like a overdose
When I clean **** out, know it's me
Bag that **** up like groceries (Uh)
None of the cops notice me
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD (Woo)
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD (Bang)
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD, uh
I'ma come at where you be
And just clean **** out OCD
When I clean **** out, know it's me
Bag that **** up like groceries (Bag him up)
None of the cops notice me
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD, uh
I'ma come at where you be
And just clean **** out OCD (Rra)
Everybody claim they know me, 'cause I stay with bread like baloney
They say one thing, but they phony (Uh), so I gotta keep it on me (Woo)
****, run now or run later, all about my money like a fundraiser
Metal wound his tongue, bitch, I'm busting lungs
Choppa got his entire gums flavor (Rra)
On it, my opponent shorty, think twice, you don't want it
Even when I know you dead, one mo' to the head, shots giving you a bonus (No)
Whack his ass got my shirt messy, animal dead, then my fur ready
I'm a cold bitch that get sweet at times, damn, ****, that's Burberry
If I ever feel like I'm at risk, just split his ass like banana splits
Check him for the cheese, mozzarella swiss (Uh)
Got him nervous, now this goofy got the shits
Fake friends, really don't need those
Only come around when shit hot like mosquitoes
Make him fold up like burritos, gave him a chip tooth, no Tostitos, uh
When I clean **** out, know it's me
Bag that **** up like groceries (Uh)
None of the cops notice me
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD (Woo)
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD (Bang)
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD, uh
I'ma come at where you be
And just clean **** out OCD
When I clean **** out, know it's me
Bag that **** up like groceries (Bag him up)
None of the cops notice me
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD
'Cause I cleaned the trigger OCD, uh
I'ma come at where you be
And just clean **** out OCD (Rra)
Written by: Elizabeth Harris
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