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Hot Pockets lyrics

Performer CupcakKe

Hot Pockets song lyrics by CupcakKe official

Hot Pockets is a song in English

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)
They 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, they hope that I pee (pussy!)
Stealing my style for the feet to the weave
These bitches bite more than Adam and Eve
Applyin' pressure every take (take)
Been the voice, no Blake
Why argue? Let a bitch hate
Like Philly, it's a lot at stake
I got that wallet so heavy, they deep like a wedgie
Let me clean 'em out right away (my money)
You, on the other hand: Broke like 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
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Elizabeth Harris
Copyright: CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc.

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