| Hold up
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| Smoke something, bitch
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| My trademark, know what I’m talkin bout?
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| Yea, know what I’m talkin bout?
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| Uncle George was talkin' bout
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| Hey man, do fries come with that shake?
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| Hey man, hey man, do green guys come with them thighs?
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| Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, and Run rock rhymes
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| You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes
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| I be at it and on it, don’t start no static, I want it
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| When I want it I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it
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| Ain’t no stopping, no frontin, this certified and official
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| When I see you lickin your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle
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| But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
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| They say that pimpin ain’t easy, man it is if you be me
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| I see a new one every day, and they think that
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| Cause they jazzy and they carefree they gon' talk me out my pay
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| See, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter
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| Pay for pussy, that’s alright, I grab the smoke so pass the lighter
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Mane you know I hit the first night, get 'em right the first date
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| But I got a question for yah, do thighs come with that shake?
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| You want Pappadeaux seafood, well you gon have to eat boo
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| Won’t be in my foreign car, you gon' be a porn star
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| I know what’s going through your head, If I hit 'em right with head
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| I might get a slice of bread for just a minute
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| I get cash in duffle bags, I don’t chase the cat
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| Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake
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| Sorry, girl, I gotta go, like Pimp I’m on that purple dro
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| Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow
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| Round town, a bad chicks tryna flag me down
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| Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the paper
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Shit, now all the trickin', you should stop it, money been the topic
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| While she digging in your pockets I be pluggin on her socket
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| All off in your crib, feet up on your shit
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| Instead of breakin' off a ho, you out here lovin' a bitch
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| When I get this pimpin' biz, steel toe, real throwed
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| The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could bill for
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| Live for, all off in your billfold to make her happy
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| She shake you off, I break her off cause she bring it back to daddy
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| Don’t be mad at me, cause your ho done chose
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| I was out here on the stroll, she got down like she’s supposed
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| I put her on some Vogues, and some flavors on her mind
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| Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake
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| Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
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| Don’t chase the cat, chase the paper
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| Them thighs come with that shake
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| Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cake , by - Bun B. Song from the album Trill O.G. "The Epilogue", in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп