Lyrics:
getting aggravated
Because I got cake bitch
I'm in a Mercedes whip
And I'm on the west coast
And you you niggas dead broke
My money is dead old
I told dat
by the river (ask around)
I got fishing poles on side of fishes
You gotta feel us
We the real goons, it's a difference
Took his soul away
Threw
they eat you (grr)
I put in the word, and then they delete him
And if you can't find him then hit up his people (whoever)
Bread on me, no funnel cake
Got a cute face
Nice waist
No lace
Real cake
Never on my level can you please stay back
Damn i'm looking good i don't know how to act
Got a cute face
it ain't no thang...
You can't check a checker
But when you want to try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
bounce up in the Spirit, jumping like im Vince Carter
Got my tracks going crazy like lil baby, going so much harder
Harder and Harder and Harder
My
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping
Hit you with
're gonna do me like this?
The charm just napalm
Ticking time bomb got Tourette's (boom)
Surrounded by pythons
Stick a sword right through their neck
of my year
Two course when you mention my gear
lil low low lil showboat, nigga since MO-CO
Rose for the hoes in the VI, P-PI, gotta do it more like
I tend to show out too much, got a bad lil bitch she the best of the bunch
Got a brand new leaf full of runtz, pussy all in my face she gon leave
ain't never split no meal
Gave this nigga too much free game
I should've gave him a lil'
Cause they try to take whatever you got
You gotta stay sharp
Cheifing on Cakes
Now niggas see me up and they on my dick well nigga you late
Sorry lil nigga you late, chilling with Chris got some rolls and a 8th
If
what you missing, baby, can't I
But don't you cross me, don't you hit me with a shamgod
The way you moving in that party got me feeling a way
Should have
always tryna fight
Don't got time I got a flight
Messing with these lil tykes
Boosie faded like a dyke
I ain't your type, bitch I will bite
Go take a hike
see what I mean)
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire be a be a millionaire
Girl I want you to give me what you got then give
kill your dog, we tied even, I'd believe it
If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
Cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look
gone chill
Lil cuz got 2 hammers he ready to kill
You ain't got no motion
You at a stand still
S/o to boosie man I keep it trill
I need a mill wtf is
the 2020 lakers
Got that quake tryna shake sumn like a quaker
I can't cake Up lil bitch I see you later
They know I'm popping and I know they more than hate
I'ma tell y'all a lil' story man, yaknahm'sayin?
Yo this is a song about, somebody who did me wrong dawg
I thought you was my homie man I guess
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
Niggas they see how we put out
Lil nigga bring the whole hood out
We got more beef than a cook out
We in the trees like a lookout
And i'm in
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
Man You Know,
I done made all these songs, and I ain't never, you know, tell y'all where I came from and how I came up
Listen, uh
Young nigga, I got
out the bag)
I got cribs, all know that (I got cribs, all know that)
You want problems for somethin' (you want problems for somethin')
Need to get
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