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Hot Pockets

"Hot Pockets" Lyrics by CupcakKe

Trunk can’t close, full of cash (it can’t)

All these hoes keep tab (they do)

Wring her ’round the head, no bath (whoa)

More than yo mom charge yo dad (uh)

When she got fucked that night (yeah)

[?] had yo’ ass then, right? (yeah)

How the fuck you have her, scared of heights (whoa)

Must be smokin’ on pipes (yeah)

Lookin’ like a milli’ in a pair of sandals

Breath so hot, she could lit a candle

Bitch’s whole life is a whole scandal

Can’t judge me, even on panel

Bitch comin’ for me, I’m like “Dear, whoa”

Please let me know when you near (whoa)

Nowhere in me I got fear (whoa)

Shoot like the Navy, no pier (whoa)

Abra cadabra; bitch watch me show up

Money keep moving like it takin’ drugs

No Nene Leaks but the door has been shut

Only a Dumbo would open it up

Cause that man calling me every evening

I don’t answer like I’m in a meeting

I don’t need to give a bitch a reason

Bitch, don’t cross me; I am not Jesus

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets (Szz…)

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets

In the left: Got the chopper

In the right: That’s a whole new stack of fucking profits

Can’t let no cops check me

So when I see ’em, “Nice tat”, I gotta change the topic

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets (Szz…)

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets

In the left: Got the chopper

In the right: That’s a whole new stack of fucking profits

Can’t let no cops check me

So when I see ’em, “Nice tat”, I gotta change the topic

None of you bitches invited (Nah!)

Draggin these hoes like United (Wah)

Fuck all the talk and just swipe it (Yuh)

Eat every beat, fuck a diet (Ahh)

Got a new wig in the mail (Ooh)

I’m a new bitch, you can tell (Ooh)

So I won’t speak, I’m for real

If you want a “Hello”, call Adele (Ring!)

Cause I’m too busy feeling anew

I am blessed like a fucking “Achoo~”

Me alone, got more hands than your crew

They can’t handle me; bowl of hot soup (yeah)

Every Thanksgiving I bring Mac n’ Cheese

It’s under the table [?] (Pussy!)

Stealing my style for the feet to the weave

These bitches bite more than Adam and Eve

Applyin pressure everyday

[?], no Blake

Why argue? Let a bitch hate

Like Philly, it’s a lot at stake

I got that [?] so heavy, they deep like a wedgie

Let me clean ’em out right away

You, on the other hand: Broke ass hot pockets

You know it’s the ones that go in microwaves

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets (Szz…)

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets

In the left: Got the chopper

In the right: That’s a whole new stack of fucking profits

Can’t let no cops check me

So when I see ’em, “Nice tat”, I gotta change the topic

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets (Szz…)

Hot pocket, hot pocket

Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets

In the left: Got the chopper

In the right: That’s a whole new stack of fucking profits

Can’t let no cops check me

So when I see ’em, “Nice tat”, I gotta change the topic

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