into these years I don't care if it's spring, summer, winter or fall Make no fuss about the seasons 'cause I like 'em all Here on earth I'll have my cake
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot 'Round here niggas get found upside down Ova the money, the money The money, the money, the cake Cake Money, money, money, money Cake
I live in a cake The one that I make Don't wanna hear About my mistakes This is the chance I take I live in a cake The one that I make Try not to worry
Spent thirty in the mall Going loco with the cake Five cars sitting tall Going loco with the cake Ten on some Cali' bud Going loco with the cake Then
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked
Shes the brightes Ive ever seen Brightest Ive ever know Shines like 22" crome (shes a missing piece in my life) Like a 24 carrot ring that needs a stone
[INTRO] n tha function mess be stuntin. some of these niggas like messy frontin. till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache
the icing on the cake, cake Hey, you know what I'd really like to do? Say wha'? I feel like makin' a cake Ooh wah, what kind of cake do you want? Umm
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eyes away from Me, me, me, me, me, me Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh my soul Dust cake boy, boy, boy Woah, dust cake boy he fucks Woah, he fucks real
Cut the cake Give me a little piece, let me lick up the cream Cut the cake I need a little piece, baby, you know what I mean Cut the cake Give me a little
fool Gotta live your life by the golden rule I guess it's true what they say Really true what they say I guess what mama said was true Can't have your cake
