Lyrics:
a spot but still ain't winning
You got to put in work you got to be about you business
You can't fuck to get in lil pussy throwing each every menace
You
I'm just countin up on this beat
Flexed up on em like a gym
I remember bumping wiz and juicy j as a lil kid
Everyday I’m coming home log
yeah
I'm in Atlanta where the Falcons play (the A)
You know that pussy good, mama, I drove a hour away (for you)
Them lil' boys don't know what
something
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after
of us is having fun
And it seems to me like I'm having all of the fun
You lil boys is done
Boys trippin'
Like he can't tell the vision
Can't trust them
niggas gon' wake the man that's within
Boy by your looks I can tell you cappin'
Boy by your looks I can tell you a pussy
Thought it was soft then he saw
all about some cake
Now lil shorty throw that back
Way you throw it my face
Lemme get you right here
Come let papi get a taste
Man do this every day
Pray to God, but I'm feeling like he's going deaf
Now when I lean on you and I got nothing left
Hey, I've been wanting to call you
Tell you that
the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I
, cake, cake
Stop it
Cake, cake, cake
Profit
Cake, cake
Ay, stop it
Cake, cake, cake
All of these distractions
Got me moving passive
All these people
and I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack
About that
Yeah
It's nothing new
'Cause this is exactly what I do
What up E, haha
The good weeds lit on this one, yeah
Riding by myself
The world turning,
buss on that cake agh!
Shake it mamma
Shake it mamma
Shake that ass
Shake it mamma
Work it mamma
Shake that ass
If you ain't got no money
You don't see
lil key from lil **
I just send the **
What you need yea
Ima stay out the way
Ima get the cake
Ima go hard trap everyday
Ima go hard every lil angle
two bodies
But Jermaine said that you gotta times that by three
By three, by-
Gotta times that by three
I knew that lil shawty was a freak
As soon as I
solija's got a blunt tucked tight in my solija's
Lil wyte:really do you want to know what made walk this path ethicly it's the reebok's that I bought man
and I got dressed and went to school
I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack
A tasty cake and orange juice and a bubble yum pack
About that
cause hit bitch right beside me
Pull out the hammer got em running like a track meet
Rello in this bitch you can't come beside
My niggas in the party
the moon
Til the sunrise
Tone strung with satin
When you say it all back to me
Don't know how or why I got so lucky
You make life sweet
Like cake topped
of mine
Uh-huh, after we fuck I give her cash never got the time
Uh-huh, ayy, I swap out my whips, you can't spot me out
Uh-huh, lil' bitch turnt me down
Got say a lil somethin' to my fans (ah)
Since this is the end of the c.d.
I gotta say a lil thank you to all my fans and everybody that help.
This
round my lil freak freak aye /
Phone rings ! ....
Verse 1: Wea you at? / yeah I'm pulling right up In da back / i ain't got no time to relax / I'm just
Ayy
If you ain't got no cake, then that ho ain't gon' listen
Everything change when you get some change, everything go different
(I just got that
n**** till shit hit the fan
N**** they know they ain’t got it
Lil n**** this shit in my wallet
You know I came up
Man my bitch from the tropic
She
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