Cake
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Hold up
Smoke somethin', bitch
My trademark, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Uncle Joe, we talkin' 'bout, hey man
Do fries come with that shake?
Hey man, hey man
Do green guys come with them thighs?
Shit, cool pimpin', calm and loose, so see
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
Well Peter Piper picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes
You know that C pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes
I be at it and on it, don't start no static, I want it
When I want it, I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it
Ain't no stoppin', no frontin', D certified and official
When I see you lickin' your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin' ain't easy, man, it is if you be me
I see a new one every day
And they think that 'cause they jazzy and they classy
They gon' talk me out my pay
Yeah, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter
Paper pussy, that's alright, I'd rather smoke, so pass the lighter
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
You know I hit the first night, hit 'em right the first date
But I got a question for you, thighs come with that shake
You gon' pop an old C-4 or you gon' have to eat food
Won't be in my foreign car, you gon' be a foreign star
I know what's goin' through your head
If I hit 'em right with head
I might get a slice of bread from just a bad ass
I get cash in duffel bags, I don't chase the cat
Let 'em ride, get 'em high as high as paper get
Sorry girl, I gotta go, like Pimp, I'm on that purple dro
Midwest 30 a show, yeah, I hustle and flow
'Round town, bad chicks tryna flag me down
Soon, soon, see you later, I gotta get the paper
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
Shit, now all that trickin', you should stop it
Money been the topic
While she diggin' in your pockets, I be pluggin' on her sockets
All off in your crib, feet up on your shit
Instead of breakin' off a ho, you out here lovin' a bitch
When I get it, pimpin' be a steel toe
Primpro the type of dick that run a
Chick some shit that she could feel for
Live for, all off in your billfold to make her happy
She shake you off, I break her off 'cause she bring it back to daddy
Don't be mad at me 'cause your ho done told
I was out there on a stroll, she got down like she swole
I put her on some poles and some papers on her mind
'Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke Caddy vapors
Don't chase the cat, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, ho, I got cake