Cupid’s Guidance Lyrics latest song by Sleepy Hallow. The lyrics were written by Arnold Hennings, Courtney Sills, Daron Jones, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Marvin Scandrick, Michael Keith, Quinnes Parker, and Tegan Chambers and produced by Great John
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Cupid’s Guidance Song Details
| Song | Cupid’s Guidance |
| Artist/Singer | Sleepy Hallow |
| Lyrics | Arnold Hennings, Courtney Sills, Daron Jones, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Marvin Scandrick, Michael Keith, Quinnes Parker, and Tegan Chambers |
| Produced | Great John |
| Label | RCA Records |
Cupid’s Guidance Music
Cupid’s Guidance Lyrics
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
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 f*ckin’ on fans (On bro)
Told a baddie, “Hit me” when she land (Yeah)
I think we should be friends (Yeah)
But, you can’t be gеttin’ no man (Okay)
‘Cause I’m tryna f*ck you again
No cap, I’m tryna slut you again (Okay)
Never thought about f*ckin’ 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)
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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ on fans (On bro)
Told a baddie, “Hit me” when she land
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 f*ck 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, b-tch, 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)
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 f*ckin’ on fans
Told a baddie, “Hit me” when she land
On bro (Huh)
On bro
On bro, damn
