Yeah, they call me Mr. cake, she said take me on a date
Told that, bitch, c'est la vie
I ain't got no time to waste On the road, getting paid like
I ain't slept in days, ayy Like, I ain't slept in days
Started selling drugs off for a little change Did it for the cash, man, finger f*ck the fame
I was mobbin' on the block, everyday, nun change Another brother died, we don't say his name in
Vain R.I.P. my fallen soldiers, add a link to the chain
Life in a joke, please don't take it as a game Coming through the hood, I done blew a few brains
Brody acting good, now he going in my wood, Tales from the west, bitch, I made my own gang
Said you was my brother, could you help me through the rain
Started smoking every night, cuz shit don't feel the same
I'm smelling like a pound, bitch, you know I got propane
Shipping out of town, just so I can make it rain How to go and kick the cup, no more sipping off
That drink Only want me now, cuz I got a lil' fame
Broke, bitch, nah, you can't even be my main Throat, bitch, on the blade, you ain't getting cake
Know, I gotta run it back, I'm making all these plays
Lil' ho gave me brain, that shit was insane Ayy, yeah, that shit was insane
Ayy, I swear that shit was crazy I just pop, two percocets, got me real lazy
Fell in love a drankie, F&N AR's and Glocks He was woofin on the gram and got his brother shot
This nigga think he a shooter when he really not Bend a block, pop a op, get up on some
If I was down on my dick, can I hold some?If it's up then it's up, just let me know some
Bitch, I'm Rico with one word, but with two caps
Playing with your life, don't be mad when you lose that
Only pink bottles, what the f*ck you niggas drinking
No small bills, only f*ck with Ben Franklin's For that money, I'm a fiend, bitch, I fell love
Couple shells in the clip, come and catch a slug Yeah, I talk a lot of shit, but I'm barely dumb
Yo' bitch gave a nigga brain, so she hella dumb Nigga talk goofy, we pop out his plum
I keep on moving that work in them slums Now I'm shifting blue Hunnids, both of my thumbs
Nigga got no chops, he a motherf*cking bum
EBKSoto - Cake (feat. Verde Babii & Rico Suave) Lyrics
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Yeah, they call me Mr. cake, she said take me on a date
Told that, bitch, c'est la vie
I ain't got no time to waste On the road, getting paid like
I ain't slept in days, ayy Like, I ain't slept in days
Started selling drugs off for a little change Did it for the cash, man, finger f*ck the fame
I was mobbin' on the block, everyday, nun change Another brother died, we don't say his name in
Vain R.I.P. my fallen soldiers, add a link to the chain
Life in a joke, please don't take it as a game Coming through the hood, I done blew a few brains
Brody acting good, now he going in my wood, Tales from the west, bitch, I made my own gang
Said you was my brother, could you help me through the rain
Started smoking every night, cuz shit don't feel the same
I'm smelling like a pound, bitch, you know I got propane
Shipping out of town, just so I can make it rain How to go and kick the cup, no more sipping off
That drink Only want me now, cuz I got a lil' fame
Broke, bitch, nah, you can't even be my main Throat, bitch, on the blade, you ain't getting cake
Know, I gotta run it back, I'm making all these plays
Lil' ho gave me brain, that shit was insane Ayy, yeah, that shit was insane
Ayy, I swear that shit was crazy I just pop, two percocets, got me real lazy
Fell in love a drankie, F&N AR's and Glocks He was woofin on the gram and got his brother shot
This nigga think he a shooter when he really not Bend a block, pop a op, get up on some
If I was down on my dick, can I hold some?If it's up then it's up, just let me know some
Bitch, I'm Rico with one word, but with two caps
Playing with your life, don't be mad when you lose that
Only pink bottles, what the f*ck you niggas drinking
No small bills, only f*ck with Ben Franklin's For that money, I'm a fiend, bitch, I fell love
Couple shells in the clip, come and catch a slug Yeah, I talk a lot of shit, but I'm barely dumb
Yo' bitch gave a nigga brain, so she hella dumb Nigga talk goofy, we pop out his plum
I keep on moving that work in them slums Now I'm shifting blue Hunnids, both of my thumbs
Nigga got no chops, he a motherf*cking bum
Told that, bitch, c'est la vie
I ain't got no time to waste On the road, getting paid like
I ain't slept in days, ayy Like, I ain't slept in days
Started selling drugs off for a little change Did it for the cash, man, finger f*ck the fame
I was mobbin' on the block, everyday, nun change Another brother died, we don't say his name in
Vain R.I.P. my fallen soldiers, add a link to the chain
Life in a joke, please don't take it as a game Coming through the hood, I done blew a few brains
Brody acting good, now he going in my wood, Tales from the west, bitch, I made my own gang
Said you was my brother, could you help me through the rain
Started smoking every night, cuz shit don't feel the same
I'm smelling like a pound, bitch, you know I got propane
Shipping out of town, just so I can make it rain How to go and kick the cup, no more sipping off
That drink Only want me now, cuz I got a lil' fame
Broke, bitch, nah, you can't even be my main Throat, bitch, on the blade, you ain't getting cake
Know, I gotta run it back, I'm making all these plays
Lil' ho gave me brain, that shit was insane Ayy, yeah, that shit was insane
Ayy, I swear that shit was crazy I just pop, two percocets, got me real lazy
Fell in love a drankie, F&N AR's and Glocks He was woofin on the gram and got his brother shot
This nigga think he a shooter when he really not Bend a block, pop a op, get up on some
If I was down on my dick, can I hold some?If it's up then it's up, just let me know some
Bitch, I'm Rico with one word, but with two caps
Playing with your life, don't be mad when you lose that
Only pink bottles, what the f*ck you niggas drinking
No small bills, only f*ck with Ben Franklin's For that money, I'm a fiend, bitch, I fell love
Couple shells in the clip, come and catch a slug Yeah, I talk a lot of shit, but I'm barely dumb
Yo' bitch gave a nigga brain, so she hella dumb Nigga talk goofy, we pop out his plum
I keep on moving that work in them slums Now I'm shifting blue Hunnids, both of my thumbs
Nigga got no chops, he a motherf*cking bum
Writer: Alan Soto
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