Lyrics:
talkin' gotta
Red rag on me, got the strap on me, woah
What's brackin'?
I'm a eastside nigga, I get active
Blood walkin' off the hip, clip talkin'
two fades, you were my partner
Thuggin' like Boosie (100% Juicee)
I went to see Melly, I wanna see Niall
I keep my hoes straight, I'm cuffin' all
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
world got comin'
Its hard to live by the rules when your lil girl got nothin, you strugglin'
He facin' life and 40 years, bein' lawyer to his peers,
the cake will do
Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
Check it out
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter
you got cake
I don't really care if it's real or it's fake
I just wanna see it bounce back when it shake
Bounce back when it shake
Come throw it back
Wake up, wake up
Wake up lil' slick
Get up outta bed
You was like a couple steps away from being outta here
Thank you for my granny prayers
Thank
niggas in my way
Like, too many niggas on my page
Fuck these niggas, they all fake
Bitch, this niggas hang with Drake
Got a lil' bitch throwing' cake
Debbie
We about to cake this cake, Lil Debbie
Catch me whipping it wild, yellow Chevy
Got a bag, then another, now it's getting heavy
We about to cake
bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
Holla a bay bay
One
to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance I'ma kill ya
Make a lil' cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggas in a Bentley
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
it going, Big Tymin, you heard's me?
Dog I got cake like everyday my birthday
Wait, I don't think they heard me
I say dog I got cake like everyday
And I'm 'bout to slide on
Lil' shawty made the news
(She made the news) i bet I'm live like Lil
Boosie with them Two's (I bet I'm live)
I got my ratchet
I might slide on a Nigga like I'm Boosie
Got that savage life no easy East so ruthless
These hoes a suck you dry until they toothless
I might fuck her
baby
Sippin' on the Goose, like Boosie, baby
Lil' bitch, I'm happy and I know it so I clap them fuckin' cheeks, yeah
I'm happy and I show it to your
oldest son just turned five, I said "Lil nigga, you a man now"
Ride around with that strap out cause that Rolls Royce, glass house
I just got a text that
you hate that she meet this
I flex and pull these lights out
This mouthpiece I got iced out
I'm tricky bitch I'm racked up
Be damned if I get priced out
a ref, my nigga you blew it (you blew it)
I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
Told myself to continue my duties
I got money from 2002, that I
Lil Boosie running s***
We dick hoes down for hours
While you one n****s coming quick
We flip these hoes like dominoes
N****s better hide your hoes
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
for a lil' cutie
I had a skin fade like Lil Boosie
And then I went and give lil' mama the lil' uzi
'Cause you got a body shape that I can't forget
crazy, shorty, I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some
Boosie Badazz
Look like we got a problem, baby baby (Lil' mama)
Time ain't on my hands (Time ain't on my hands)
Look like we got a problem (We
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