Lyrics
[Verse]
Cupid out here slacking, must be snoozing on the job
I’m scrolling through the 'Gram, feeling thirsty, heart throb
Arrow in the quiver, but he aiming at the wrong crowd
I’m waiting on a queen, man, he sending me the wrong cloud
Every DM empty, like a fridge after payday
Praying for a miracle, big booty on the runway
She gotta shake the earth, make the Richter scale cry
But Cupid got me ghosted, not a wingman, he a sly guy
[Chorus]
Cupid, send her my way
Big booty Latina, let’s salsa, let’s sway
Cupid, don’t delay
I need that corazon with the spice on display
[Verse 2]
Shot through the heart, but the aim kinda sloppy
He sent me Karen with complaints 'bout her coffee
I need enchiladas, not a side of kale salad
Give me curves that could turn a whole palace invalid
Cupid, bro, you blind? Got your GPS broken?
I’m out here manifesting, all these rhymes ain't joking
Tacos on the table, margaritas on ice
But I’m stuck solo dolo—yo, Cupid, be precise
[Prechorus]
She got that cha-cha-cha, hips a whole novella
Cupid, get your aim right, send me my Cinderella
Style
heavy bassline with brass accentsmale vocalsplayfulrap
Prompt
rap rapping about how wish Cupid would send a big booty Latina my way. Make it funny, male, rap
Credits
Prompt by
BOOKWORMTURNEDRAPPER
BOOKWORMTURNEDRAPPERGeneratedNov 18, 2025
ModelAria v5
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