| Spent thirty in the mall
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Five cars sitting tall
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Ten on some Cali' bud
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Then I hit the strip club
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Glittered up my wrist
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Went and Guccied up my bitch
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Repping five with the pimps
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| I put on my whole team
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| Goin' loco wit the cake
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| Aye
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| You don’t want to start a food fight
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| Get your attitude right
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| Before I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like
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| Who that is? |
| Ace Hood
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| You ain’t know that’s Ace Hood?
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| Ask around in every project they say that boy face good
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| Put the Range Rover on them 24's I skate good
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| Especially with the paper ice, all over my Ace Hood
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| Chain, fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me
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| Good brain!
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| Take the package up the temple come back home and get, paid!
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| Seven days up out the week a nigga gotta get, paid!
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| Quit your hating, get on your job, and ho you can get, paid!
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| Like Ace, like who? |
| Like me nigga
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| That’s why every bitch you trying to fuck like me nigga
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| I work them pots like it’s chemistry
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| Got a F in chemistry
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| Took the white and turned it green
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| Now that’s what I call chemistry
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| That’s what I call, Enterprise
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| Call my work, The Enterprise
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| Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise
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| Smoking in my spaceship, floatin' through the galaxy
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| They calling me a shooting star, leave hoes off through your calvery
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| Gangstas, goons, and killers only niggas on my salary
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| They all got charges pending
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| Murder, burglaries, and batteries
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| Niggas trying to battle me, end up finding they tragedy
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| Laided out on the floor and breathing fast and looking up at me (Up at me)
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| Play me in your Chevy when you scrambling
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| Ruthless than a motherfucker with hundred grand on me
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| Aye
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| You can call me Mister Cash Flow
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| Money out the asshole
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| Thugging getting paper, what you think that Louis bag ho?
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| Pull up in that stupid whip
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| Hundred for the stupid wrist
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| Stupid this, stupid that, loco with the money bag
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| Lamborghini Murcielag', girl you got to stupid that
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| Gucci this, Louis that, riding with them paper tags
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| And my bitch she bad as hell, Juicy, Louis, Gucci bag
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| All my niggas love to swag, Bentleys, Phantoms back to back
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| Twenty grand I’ll show you going low and tell them holla back
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| Pain you a dummy, blow about thirty on a whip and then
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| Swing on them 30's
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| I drop the top on them verties
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| Switch lanes, on them haters, I’m throwing paper to make them spend |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loco wit the Cake , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Street Certified, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп