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Double Homicide
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Double Homicide was released on June 28, 2024 by cupcakKe as a part of the album Dauntless Manifesto
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Release DateJune 28, 2024
LabelcupcakKe
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
cupcakKe
cupcakKe
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elizabeth Harris
Elizabeth Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fantom XXX
Fantom XXX
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Fantom)
[Verse 1]
Treat every **** just like a Sloppy Joe, in cold words, bitch, we only finna meet for bread
If you got a white fridge up in your crib, then you the type of **** that I leave for dead (Hahaha)
'Cause I'm all up in this bitch going crazy, in my bag daily when I ch-ch, tote Glocks
I ain't talking no BBL, but the body gon' be bruised if you ever see a bitch post opps
Now let's get it, the K on you, the Glock British
I run up in your crib like, "What's cookin' up in the skillet?" (Sss)
I'ma motherfuckin' shoot 'til the bullets go through the ceiling
Drop a bag on a bitch, I keep fuckin' the ugly villain
He such a pussy, so plain, needs a flight, he gone
Them ain't no baby hairs, lil' bitch, they grown
All the white people just paused this song
Because I'm stealin' off ****, but the fist Black-owned
Now shut the fuck up and show me y'all'll hold the spot
Double textin' this bitch like emotions hot
Call me Chrisean Rock, in the bank, I pop
Them blue faces in your face, and this shit non-stop
[Verse 2]
Head, head, shoulders, knees and toes
I bet this bitch won't leave with those
When I pull out the Glock, locate the opps
Bitch, I'm on your ass 'til your BBL pop
I said, I said, I said what the fuck I said (Uh huh)
I saved my ex-**** number under, "Moment of silence," to me, that **** is dead (Shh)
Itty-itty-bitty when you're standing against me
I'm in your motherfuckin' city and I want every penny
It's no cap, no kizzy, I'ma work 'til I'm dizzy
The two pockets on me look like they twinning with Biggie
I mean all these hoes claiming that they big, I'm like, "Mmm, nah, no you ain't"
All that motherfuckin' cap, use it on the keyboard and I bet this bitch still be lowercase
He wanna row, row, row his boat
In my wet-ass pussy, in my wet-ass throat
**** tried to kiss me and then he lost hope
'Cause I hit The Matrix all the way to the floor
Like nah, nah, nah, nah, no
Shh, all them dead opps smoke
Chopper goin' dumber than a bitch, think she know me just 'cause she know the sign of my fuckin' horoscope (Grrah)
Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)
Grrah, grrah, dah, dah, dah
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)
Motherfucker need a doctor-rah (Gang, gang)
Buh, buh, bah, bah, motherfucker need a doctor-rah
Written by: Elizabeth Harris
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