Video Cupids Guidance de Sleepy Hallow 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Sleepy Hallow - Cupids Guidance Lyrics

3 s Cupid’s Guidance Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah
Tell a baddie, "Hit me" when she land
Fillin' my pocket with bands
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Fillin' my pocket with bands (Uh)
They want me stopped, but I can't
Don't need no new friends
Nigga stop— Yeah

[Chorus]
Fillin' my pocket with bands
They want me stopped, but I can't
Don't need no new friends (Nah)
Nigga stop callin' me "Twin" (Uh)
She doin' tricks with no hands (On bro)
She shot her shot on the 'Gram (Uh)
I can't be fuckin' on fans (On bro)
Told a baddie, "Hit me" when she land (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I think we should be friends (Yeah)
But, you can't be gеttin' no man (Okay)
'Cause I'm tryna fuck you again
No cap, I'm tryna slut you again (Okay)
Never thought about fuckin' your friеnds
But you know, if I try, I can (On bro)
Threesome, you should tag in
Said she wanted a bag and Benz
And my father ain't make me a man
But it's okay, I understand (On bro)
Honestly, I ain't have a plan
If I didn't rap, I would trap and scam
Baby, I would be bagging grams
Hit the block and I'm tapping it
Wham, bam, I'm like Baby, four pockets expand
Damn (Uh), damn, gave her money, she cryin' again (Uh)
Damn (Uh), damn, my opps keep dyin' again (On bro)
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Fillin' my pocket with bands (Uh)
They want me stopped, but I can't (On bro)
Don't need no new friends (Uh)
Nigga stop callin' me "Twin" (On bro)
She doin' tricks with no hands (Uh)
She shot her shot on the 'Gram (Uh)
I can't be fuckin' on fans
Tell a baddie, "Hit me" when she land (On bro)
Fillin' my pocket with bands (On bro)
They want me stopped, but I can't (On bro)
Don't need no new friends (Uh)
Nigga stop callin' me "Twin"
She doin' tricks with no hands (On bro)
She shot her shot on the 'Gram (On bro)
I can't be fuckin' on fans (On bro)
Told a baddie, "Hit me" when she land

[Verse 2]
Damn (Damn, damn), damn (Damn, damn), Damn
Tell a baddie, "Hit me" when she land (Uh)
She said she want this forever
She tryna leave in my sweater
Said she love you, but I get it wetter
I'm like, "Baby, it only get better"
I was down bad with no Ms
Ran it up, I ain't walkin' again (On bro)
Say I'm broke, I ain't even have a phone
Now, it's funny, she callin' again (On bro)
She like, "Baby, you got talent" (Damn)
I ain't even know I had it (Uh)
Back then, you was embarrassed
Now she tryna fuck on me in Paris
It be horses, in the carriage
I don't want it, I'm marryin' cabbage
I'm like, "Baby, I come with some baggage
I got some problems, you won't understand it"
I'll never force it (I'll never—)
Look, I'll never forfeit
Been droppin' Porsches, goin' through courses (Uh)
Goin' on tour, bitch, I need some more shit, I'm tryna flourish
Baby, I know what you want (I do)
Baby, you know what I need (You do)
Can you just get on your knees?
I ain't beggin' when I say, "Please" (On bro)
[Chorus]
Fillin' my pocket with bands (Uh)
They want me stopped, but I can't (On bro)
Don't need no new friends (Uh)
Nigga stop callin' me "Twin" (Uh)
She doin' tricks with no hands (On bro)
She shot her shot on the 'Gram (On bro)
I can't be fuckin' on fans
Told a baddie, "Hit me" when she land

[Outro]
On bro (Huh)
On bro
On bro, damn1