Cupcakke Typo Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wanna give mama the D, gotta earn it like Earnest
Yeah daddy, the p*ssy feel like a furnace
Look at you baby, you lookin' determined
You want some chocolate cake and you German
Eat it up, beat it up (Ayy)
Legs tied like some chucks (Ayy)
Candles lit while we f*ck (Ayy)
Enema, he in my butt (Ayy)
When it comes to the dick, I can be picky
'Cause the p*ssy act fancy, you can ask Iggy
I be rockin' that dick, I ain't talkin' Milly
Stir that dick in my p*ssy like you makin' chili
I told him lick the clit like Ring Pop (Pop)
f*ck 'til 18 o'clock (Clock)
Every time his sink stop (Stop)
Told him wash his hands in my twat
He's a good snacker, packer, after, napper
Twat make him feel good like soup and crackers
Smacker, whacker, inside out, backwards
Wanna feel your hands in this p*ssy, come dap her

[Chorus]
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
I'm 'bout to make this ass switch like GEICO, ayy
[Verse 2]
Dick gettin' soaked like the mop smell
Drinkin' that cock, that's a cocktail
Even dirty on the bottom like the sock stale
Fingers in the box like you got mail (Put it in me) If I show you titties, boy you gotta buy me two chains
Yeah, eat the p*ssy like it's a mukbang (Yeah)
Dig in the p*ssy, lookin' for that loose change
Came on his fingers, made him buy new rings (Uh oh)
p*ssy ain't ran through, no marathon (Nope)
Can't too many people get in this Tana-con (Nope)
That's why niggas mad and they never come (You know it)
'Cause this p*ssy be the number one restaurant
And of course that nigga want a plate
Gave him eight rounds, now I'm lookin' like Kate Plus 8
p*ssy runnin' juice like steak
And you know it's super good, so I f*ck him with a cape
Kick your feet up, give you three sluts
Feed me Reese Puffs, give me Visa, keep my T tucked
Now your hair f*cked, like Onika with the D up
All on my walls like Mona Lisa
Breasts swingin' in your face, but no fights
All I get is nut, nut, nuts, like on flights
Niggas start buggin' after, like old rice
'Til I say, "K, pop it again, let's go twice"
[Chorus]
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Finger me like a typo
Finger me, finger me like a typo, ayy
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
Like a typo, like a typo
I'm 'bout to make this ass switch like GEICO, ayy