Lyrics:
People love to say that your different ya know
Last album had it booming something vicious ya know
Wasn't like this growing up they wasn't picking
Baby Cakes
You just don't know, know
How I, I
Got plans to blow, blow
And I just wanted you to know
I'm not sure our love'll grow
Gotta take it step by
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
a straight cannon
N' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning
Eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling
Tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya
a straight cannon
N' I'm getting the cake can
N' I be out the state tanning
Eating on baked salmon
I'm straight scrambling
Tryna' sell a gram of Ye
But ya
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
More, more, more weight
No, no, no hate
More, more, more cake
No, no, no breaks
Ya I been soaring like an eagle ya
Ima teach you to how to get rid
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
the king
And everything else written by thirteen
One album, ten singles, all released
Now eleven, more cooking, with the heat
Dreams for the future getting
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
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Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
I'm Samson without Delilah, the soul survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down with
have a very special guest with me
The song you were just listening to
Were from his latest album, For Those Who Waited
A good friend of mine, a talented
the eagle claw clutch
I'm just to much to touch
Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch
Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up
Blunts everyday in
eagles from Phil, I don't have change, I have hundred bills
Drive in a dome when we empty the bank
I'm by myself when I fill up the tank
I'm in my zone
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
don't play
Watts boys stay struttin' watts boys survey
Watts boys bust gats
Watts boys pushing weight
Watts boys got cake watts boys throw K's
Watts boys
healing treat me
O, I believe the Lord
Narrow is the way I'm hopping in the door
Giving him the praise I'm riding in the war
Mounted up we eagles we just
Oh (Bugz on the beat)
Oh
What can I do? Oh
Let's get it
I was on the road, yeah
Securing a bag, uh
Getting that cake, yeah
They missing
'em gone i'm out in Brooklyn moving
Just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail
'cause their bag is stale
Crab cakes and cocaine
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
scream my name
Easy like piece of cake
Feel like I beat the game
I got the cheat code
Feel like I'm boogie in beast mode
Lookin like it's by design
I'm
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