Cucanar’s Trap

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Let’s go!
This one goes out to all the cucanars in the world!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

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Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
Wearin’ Louis-V!
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
Wearin’ Gucci!
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
Sprayin’ his uzi!
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
In his blue jeans!

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Look at cucanar!
Flexin’ with agony
Hajany on his bed
Blessin’ him head
With two of me
Scrutiny, you and me
Tryna see what
Cucanar has in-store
You to see
You been mooin’ you baby-G
His knees are an eighty degree
Season. I’m greasing his reasons fleece, son!
Lisa? Do you mind gettin’ me a
Prescription pill to be a
Eminem wannabe, duh!
In my room, there’s a heater
Sheada gettin’ my feet rubbed
Hoppin’ and droppin’ some litres!
My movie in multiple theatres!
I’m skrt-in’ around in a bimmer!
I got ‘em eyebrows like DEA!
I’m fuckin’ leavin’ like “see ya!”
I maxed-out my credit card, VISA!
I get hella dressed-up like Caesar!
Oh, John Travolta? He’s a greaser!
Now, I’m a pediatrician!
Fuckin’ magician!
Humpin’ these bitches!
Look at all ‘em witches!
Which is, my favourite thing to do in my spare time!
When I put the pen to the page, I make bare rhymes!
YAH!
[Chorus: Xx_Pu$$i-D3$tr0y3rrr_xXxX]
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
Wearin’ Louis-V!
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
Wearin’ Gucci!
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
Sprayin’ his uzi!
Cucanar, cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, c-c-cucanar!
Cucanar, cucanar!
In his blue jeans!