Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
Stuff her pussy like some pizza rolls
Thas only when the heat is on
And then I tell her leave me lone
I'm tryna win the super bowl
Go see if lil goofy home
I got some shit to mail off
He play I knocc I his head off
Somebody call up Red Cross
If I see him it can be in broad day
I'm gone hit his face
Then go eat some steak
Last time I seen him I made that bitch shake
He rolled off like skates
He thought he was stained
Cop a fifth Patron put a 4 on it
A 4
He puttting up is hands I got the pole on me
A pole
He thought dude was bro until he rolled on em
He thought we was cool until I stole on em
Nigga want some smoke I put a bowl on em
Damn
I be lit fuccing bitches wit da roll on me
Better roll wit my niggas or get rode over
Knocc yo noodle bac now it's looking like a fold over
Damn
Boy u getting wacced we do a drill u fold on us
Why u think they know about our drills and never told on us
Got me thinking they ont love they niggas they ain't ride on us
Every time a nigga started sum he couldn't hide from us
Play wit my money you kno you gone die for it
This wat I slide for
So why waste time for
When I come find you yo mama gone cry for it
Why threaten mine for
Send yu to god for it
Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
When I'm inna hood I'm home alone like Mckilky Culken
If I see a nigga through the hood he dead man walking
Bouta put these pills in em he was doing a lot of talking
Tryna shake these demons softly
Earlin morning up drinking Coffey
Tryna hear no preacher talking
Why tf my dawgs barking swat trucc and cars parking
Gotta get these bars off me
I can hear them souls calling
I been seeing souls often
Just can't hear them souls talking
I can feel them souls walking
Jump inna minny van
I'm bacc to doin hits agains
I gotta lotta Benjamin's
Open slots don't fill it in
Promise Iont need a friend
Living in this life of sin
I'm tryna take a life again
Don't care wat it's requiring
Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
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Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
Stuff her pussy like some pizza rolls
Thas only when the heat is on
And then I tell her leave me lone
I'm tryna win the super bowl
Go see if lil goofy home
I got some shit to mail off
He play I knocc I his head off
Somebody call up Red Cross
If I see him it can be in broad day
I'm gone hit his face
Then go eat some steak
Last time I seen him I made that bitch shake
He rolled off like skates
He thought he was stained
Cop a fifth Patron put a 4 on it
A 4
He puttting up is hands I got the pole on me
A pole
He thought dude was bro until he rolled on em
He thought we was cool until I stole on em
Nigga want some smoke I put a bowl on em
Damn
I be lit fuccing bitches wit da roll on me
Better roll wit my niggas or get rode over
Knocc yo noodle bac now it's looking like a fold over
Damn
Boy u getting wacced we do a drill u fold on us
Why u think they know about our drills and never told on us
Got me thinking they ont love they niggas they ain't ride on us
Every time a nigga started sum he couldn't hide from us
Play wit my money you kno you gone die for it
This wat I slide for
So why waste time for
When I come find you yo mama gone cry for it
Why threaten mine for
Send yu to god for it
Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
When I'm inna hood I'm home alone like Mckilky Culken
If I see a nigga through the hood he dead man walking
Bouta put these pills in em he was doing a lot of talking
Tryna shake these demons softly
Earlin morning up drinking Coffey
Tryna hear no preacher talking
Why tf my dawgs barking swat trucc and cars parking
Gotta get these bars off me
I can hear them souls calling
I been seeing souls often
Just can't hear them souls talking
I can feel them souls walking
Jump inna minny van
I'm bacc to doin hits agains
I gotta lotta Benjamin's
Open slots don't fill it in
Promise Iont need a friend
Living in this life of sin
I'm tryna take a life again
Don't care wat it's requiring
Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
Stuff her pussy like some pizza rolls
Thas only when the heat is on
And then I tell her leave me lone
I'm tryna win the super bowl
Go see if lil goofy home
I got some shit to mail off
He play I knocc I his head off
Somebody call up Red Cross
If I see him it can be in broad day
I'm gone hit his face
Then go eat some steak
Last time I seen him I made that bitch shake
He rolled off like skates
He thought he was stained
Cop a fifth Patron put a 4 on it
A 4
He puttting up is hands I got the pole on me
A pole
He thought dude was bro until he rolled on em
He thought we was cool until I stole on em
Nigga want some smoke I put a bowl on em
Damn
I be lit fuccing bitches wit da roll on me
Better roll wit my niggas or get rode over
Knocc yo noodle bac now it's looking like a fold over
Damn
Boy u getting wacced we do a drill u fold on us
Why u think they know about our drills and never told on us
Got me thinking they ont love they niggas they ain't ride on us
Every time a nigga started sum he couldn't hide from us
Play wit my money you kno you gone die for it
This wat I slide for
So why waste time for
When I come find you yo mama gone cry for it
Why threaten mine for
Send yu to god for it
Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
When I'm inna hood I'm home alone like Mckilky Culken
If I see a nigga through the hood he dead man walking
Bouta put these pills in em he was doing a lot of talking
Tryna shake these demons softly
Earlin morning up drinking Coffey
Tryna hear no preacher talking
Why tf my dawgs barking swat trucc and cars parking
Gotta get these bars off me
I can hear them souls calling
I been seeing souls often
Just can't hear them souls talking
I can feel them souls walking
Jump inna minny van
I'm bacc to doin hits agains
I gotta lotta Benjamin's
Open slots don't fill it in
Promise Iont need a friend
Living in this life of sin
I'm tryna take a life again
Don't care wat it's requiring
Nigga get blazed if he playing with my cake
Boy don't get baked
I just copped a K
4 nick on standby that bitch saved the day
Almost got baked
Never lost faith
Writer: Lawrence Fagan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid