CupcakKe – Blackjack Lyrics

[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Fix That Lyrics

[Hook]
I hit sets, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fucking mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1]
When I was up in rehab, I was smoking tooka dope
Aye boy what you smoking on, it’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, $5000 for it how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sipping purple drank, no girl this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smoking on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim lets go
Ooo, I’m acting the fool, Hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t wanna lose
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, don’t catch me snooze
Ooo, my watch a fool
[?]
Is it false, aye girl is it true?

[Tadoe]
Yall know how we bummin man
Fresh off of touring man, back off of touring man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up artist can’t even slide man
Balmains no red bottoms
You hear me? big bands finesse yall
You see us doing this shit nigga cause we still doing this shit
Nigga so was doing this shit cause we been doing this shit
Nigga, yall know how the fuck we coming nigga
RIP Blood nigga, RIP cap nigga
Sneak diss catch a slug nigga

[Verse 2]
Where the nigga? Imma scratch
Who is that tho, youngest flexer
Yall got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodging Aiki, smoking dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Kevin Hart – Push It On Me (feat. Trey Songz)

[Intro: Kevin Hart]
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn’t happen it did
But I ain’t gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr. Yuh!
Ay bitches, y’all better get a Maxipad and put it on
Cause you about to get wet, let’s go, Trigga!

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
(Songbook, baby)
Lil’ mama with them big old cheeks
Make a nigga wanna spend his check he made this week
Let them hoes get mad ’cause them hoes so weak
Spend a bag on your bag and your hair on fleek
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
You got me open, girl, but understand I’m a G
You just want the real so you hating on me
Niggas said they showing love but they hating on me

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Oh, you know that you’re my favorite piece
They was thinking bout your ass when they made this beat
I’ve been thinking bout your ass every day this week
You the best, keep it wet, that’s a major key
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
Let these other niggas know you came with a G
I’ma keep it real cause they ain’t gon’ be
Niggas say they showing love but they hating on me

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Shawty, can I get that? Get that?
Girl you know I’m tryna hit that, hit that
Break you off like a Kit Kat, Kit Kat
Know that ass got some kick back, so kick back
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing, honey
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing for a G

[Verse 3: Kevin Hart]
Yup, it’s the dark little big guy
Pushing no salt, no pepper, no french fries
I’ve been thinking bout your body but the inside
I ain’t never hit it but you know that ass been mine
Push it like we on the incline
Push it like a door and then we walking inside
Unless you supposed to pull, that’s a bad line
Best part of the game is the half time (it is!)
Chocolate about to get nasty with it
Droppa got you dripping so I had to kiss it
Never tripping on your pussy but I had to visit
Got my passport ready, let me grab a ticket
Baby, why you talking to them ashy niggas?
And stop drinking it alone, girl, pass the liquor
Got her in the corner, grab her ass, booty, butt
Now tell these motherfuckers they can catch me up in "What Now?", yeah

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl you look good, put that ass on me, oh

[Outro: Kevin Hart & Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror girl do it for a G
Girl, you look so good, sit that ass on me, aw
Droppa, yup!

Kevin Hart – Push It On Me (Kevin Hart: What Now? (The Mixtape Presents Chocolate Droppa) Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Album) letras

[Intro: Kevin Hart]
Ah, ah, they made Droppa get sexy
Just when you thought it couldn’t happen it did
But I ain’t gonna do it by myself
I brought my guy with me, Mr. Yuh!
Ay bitches, y’all better get a Maxipad and put it on
Cause you about to get wet, let’s go, Trigga!

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
(Songbook, baby)
Lil’ mama with them big old cheeks
Make a nigga wanna spend his check he made this week
Let them hoes get mad ’cause them hoes so weak
Spend a bag on your bag and your hair on fleek
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
You got me open, girl, but understand I’m a G
You just want the real so you hating on me
Niggas said they showing love but they hating on me
[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror, shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Oh, you know that you’re my favorite piece
They was thinking bout your ass when they made this beat
I’ve been thinking bout your ass every day this week
You the best, keep it wet, that’s a major key
Oh yeah, push that thing on me
Let these other niggas know you came with a G
I’ma keep it real cause they ain’t gon’ be
Niggas say they showing love but they hating on me

[Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz]
Yeah, go ‘head with your cute ass
Whatever nigga fucked up is a dumbass
Let me make it right, girl, you deserve that
Sundresses make a nigga wanna grab that
Yeah, push that thing on me
Keep it so classy but I know you a freak
Tell me I ain’t lying, take a ride with me
And pull up in this thing with me, let’s go

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Shawty, can I get that? Get that?
Girl you know I’m tryna hit that, hit that
Break you off like a Kit Kat, Kit Kat
Know that ass got some kick back, so kick back
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing, honey
Oh, go money, money
Let me spend this check on you, it ain’t nothing for a G

[Verse 3: Kevin Hart]
Yup, it’s the dark little big guy
Pushing no salt, no pepper, no french fries
I’ve been thinking bout your body but the inside
I ain’t never hit it but you know that ass been mine
Push it like we on the incline
Push it like a door and then we walking inside
Unless you supposed to pull, that’s a bad line
Best part of the game is the half time (it is!)
Chocolate about to get nasty with it
Droppa got you dripping so I had to kiss it
Never tripping on your pussy but I had to visit
Got my passport ready, let me grab a ticket
Baby, why you talking to them ashy niggas?
And stop drinking it alone, girl, pass the liquor
Got her in the corner, grab her ass, booty, butt
Now tell these motherfuckers they can catch me up in “What Now?”, yeah

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it for the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl, you look good, put that ass on me
Oh, push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror shake that ass for a G
Girl you look good, put that ass on me, oh

[Outro: Kevin Hart & Trey Songz]
Push that thing on me
Jenny Lo’ with the booty, sit that ass on me
Don’t do it in the mirror girl do it for a G
Girl, you look so good, sit that ass on me, aw
Droppa, yup!