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PetSmart
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Hip-Hop/Rap
PetSmart was released on November 9, 2018 by CupcakKe as a part of the album Eden
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AlbumEden
Release DateNovember 9, 2018
LabelCupcakKe
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I swear these hoes, these hoes be all bark, no bite
Fuckin' ridiculous
[Verse 2]
This for the "cupcakKe a joke"
One million in and you broke
He fainted as soon as I spoke
Like Wendy Willams, heat stroke (Phew!)
Bitch, I'm so cold, gotta rock me a thermal and sweater right under the coat
Bitch, I got so many bars that Azalea Banks call me when she need soap (No shade)
[Verse 3]
I just be shooting like craps
Ten different flows when I rap
Sleepin' on me, that shit wack
I hope the bed bugs attack
Why is my name in your mouth?
Tell the dentist get rid of it right with that plaque (Get it out)
Bitch, I'm out here seein' Ms, you just seein' M&Ms in a pack
[Verse 4]
Run in your house and I'm flippin' the couch
And you know this a trap, but I'm not talkin' mouse
Now I got you tied up like an unfaithful spouse
Put the cash in the bag, I don't got time to count
'Cause you know this bitch called the cops
Flavor Flav, she got clocked
Up her head 'cause she an opp
Seein' if she still alive like Pac, ay
[Verse 5]
Your man keep ringin' my line (Ring)
He don't understand decline (Nah)
I'ma have to stomp him out (How)
Like turnin' grapes into wine
And he still gon' think I'm a keeper
'Cause I'm dressed every day like it's Easter
Bitches be swearin' they cute
But they look like that bow up on Rihanna's sneakers (Ugly)
[Verse 6]
Had to check that bitch, I'm Netflix rich
No Miley Cyrus, I wreck that bitch
Bread like a bird so I peck that bitch
What's your address? That's how I address that shit
Bullets sent her to heaven, no Keyshia Cole
You don't wanna know what the Visa hold
These bitches heated like pizza rolls
I'm in the penthouse, but I get my sheets from Kohl's
[Verse 7]
I'm smart with the bag, I'm a great
That's the same ho that used to hate (Funny)
But now these bitches in my face
Like we on Beyond Scared Straight, wait, yeah
Ain't none of that, I be makin' bitches mad
I pull up in the Jag, then I flex, then I brag
You should wear a du-rag 'cause your edges look sad
Think you look Megan good but you Michael Jackson bad
[Verse 8]
Bitch, you need to stop
Your **** askin' me why I tease a lot
I said, "I don't know, can I breathe or not?"
His bread gone like an empty pizza box
I'ma finna leave the spot (Skrrrt)
I spent thirteen K on some Gucci
He spent thirteen dollars on your coochie
Took your ass to see Tunechi, look
Bitch, you really is a groupie, ay
[Verse 9]
Shorty, if I'm not aware of them
You know I'm 'bout to start airing them
All I hang with is animals
Deeper than the Shedd Aquarium
**** so fake they'll kill they friend
And at the funeral show up and carry 'em (Fake as fuck)
Soon as everybody leave
Spit up on his grave soon as they bury him
[Verse 10]
They still mad, that's the best part
Give me more bite with the less bark
You can put your bitch on the leash
Or I'ma drag that bitch right to PetSmart
I'ma let you choose, but I make the rules
Keep me a tool, so play it cool
Second to who? Nah, I never lose
I always come first like the day April Fools
[Verse 11]
I'll take a train to the money, ride a plane to the money
Ride a dick to the money, what it do?
I got so much paper on me
My homie thinkin' that I'm 'bout to go right back to school, ay
Big chopper on me like Bruce, ay
Big mouth, bitch, that's a moose, ay
All my life I've been snapping like a Snapple
Yeah, they know I got the juice
[Verse 12]
How your hair stay laid but you rent ain't paid?
And your bed ain't made but you geek
Bitches be dirty, panties look like lemonade
Every time they fuck around and pee
I just be ridin' the beat, always deliver heat
Then I eat it up, that's Uber Eats
They don't want beef 'cause I pop up on bitches
Like corners when tucking in some newer sheets
Bow!
Written by: Elizabeth Harris, Mike Kalombo
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