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Cake
by Acid
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Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
They out here and take a sentence for some commas
Marijuana, if you slip up you a gonner
If it’s real I bet it’s fake in it
He the type to lose his patience quick
It ain’t actions it’s the way you give your energy
I ain’t really worried bout what you said to me
Your intentions best be pure and assured
Your attention can’t be focused on no whore
If you scared to die, fuck you living for?
Niggas out here living life like it’s a chore
Or
Niggas out here living life like this
I’m the type to get that paper quick
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
I think niggas want me dead, though
Want my head though
I been off my meds, hoe
I get lethal
Cash all in my jeans hoe
For my people
People acting sheepish
They some sheeple
I know niggas who claim Crip
It’s 800 on my necklace
I eat it if it’s Mexican
I ain’t fucking with no estrogen
Get back you a pessimist
Get up with a real one
I stay strapped like pilgrims
Have you running for the hills son
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
They out here and take a sentence for some commas
Marijuana, if you slip up you a gonner
If it’s real I bet it’s fake in it
He the type to lose his patience quick
It ain’t actions it’s the way you give your energy
I ain’t really worried bout what you said to me
Your intentions best be pure and assured
Your attention can’t be focused on no whore
If you scared to die, fuck you living for?
Niggas out here living life like it’s a chore
Or
Niggas out here living life like this
I’m the type to get that paper quick
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
I think niggas want me dead, though
Want my head though
I been off my meds, hoe
I get lethal
Cash all in my jeans hoe
For my people
People acting sheepish
They some sheeple
I know niggas who claim Crip
It’s 800 on my necklace
I eat it if it’s Mexican
I ain’t fucking with no estrogen
Get back you a pessimist
Get up with a real one
I stay strapped like pilgrims
Have you running for the hills son
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
Magic in my fingertips
If it’s soft then I make it crisp
Yeah they made it but they ain’t make this
He got cake I put my face in it
