Cupcakke - Mickey lyrics

[Verse 1] Who the fu*k do you think you is? Cheatin' ass ni**a woulda gave and give Takin' two L's straight, I could never see it That's an LLC but that's none of my biz I said who the fu*k are you? (Let me know) I'm not finna sit right here and argue You actin' like a whole muh-muhfu*kin' Mario Swear to God you ain't got all your marbles This that don't call my motherfu*kin' phone no more You want that b*tch? Then you can have that hoe (Oh yeah) Only time you seeing me now it's through a slideshow Tried to ride for you but man you drive too slow (Skrr) So it's fu*k you, I'ma just start off fresh And I ain't even really the type of b*tch to flex But it's an exorcist when I walk past these ni**as 'Causе all them ni**as just turn around and break they nеcks You picked the silent treatment, since your phone on silent Shut the fu*k up, man, just be quiet (Shhh) Everything ain't about you, this ain't no island All I hear is, "Ay, ay" like a fu*kin' pirate And that's why you can't get no respond to your text Gender reveal, he just here for the sex You can be a ni**a whole twenty-six alphabets And that ni**a gon' still pick the ex On my life when you fu*ked that b*tch, I couldn't understand how a ni**a so bold (How?) When I done got your dick way harder than some motherfu*kin' McDonald's fries when they cold Heart so froze, I done put that ass in a L, like a motherfu*ka touchin' they toes Just for you to cheat with a force ass b*tch who only wanna pic for relationship goals? Ayy, pause, b*tch, back it up I packed your bags and they packed as fu*k If I ever see you while I'm out with my new ni**a, I'ma grab his dick while he smack my bu*t I moved on 'cause I'm too grown and I can't pick up, ni**a, I'm so sorry I got so many different ni**as now, he saved my number under Lori Harvey, ayy [Chorus] Many, many, many, many, many, many, many How many ni**as on my line? Got many How many ni**as I decline? That's many How many commas in my account? Uh, many How many commas I'ma use? Um, plenty Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey He stinkin' out the house, like a mouse, call Disney Two can play this game, motherfu*ka, I'm litty When a ni**a act Mickey, then you gotta have Minnie, uh [Verse 2] Please, stop likin' my pics I know this lil' pussy you miss (Ah) You left me for a new b*tch then realized shawty sh*t smell like fish (The fu*k?) My upgrade lookin' delish, he eatin' this pussy, chef's kiss (Come on) I'ma ride his dick like Ciara then pop a pussy, that's Sierra Mist, ayy I ain't never trippin' on a weak ass bum, and stay with the guys with the lies, ass ni**a And all these b*tches on my page resembling white people Kool-Aid, like why so bitter? These hoes hate hard but be fans (Huh?) Worried I'ma take they mans (Huh?) She logged in his page just to block me at nine but that ni**a unblock me at ten b*tch think again (b*tch think again, b*tch think again, b*tch think again, b*tch think again, b*tch think again, b*tch think again, b*tch think again, b*tch think again) [Outro] Many, many, many, many, many Yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many b*tch, I got many Yeah, I got many (Yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many, yeah, I got many) Yeah, I got many I said, "b*tch, I got many" Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey ni**as so Mickey These ni**as so Mickey But b*tch I'm feelin' picky