Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living Gud, Eating Gud , by - Cakes Da Killa. Release date: 30.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Living Gud, Eating Gud |
| New day in a new in a place |
| Soaking up new sun rays |
| I know n***ahs be gagging when my clique be out at Westway |
| Keep a thick frame and a fresh face |
| Faggots mad cause I make bank |
| If I’m on the block or out of state |
| They want this in the |
| Worst way |
| Couldn’t top this on my worst day |
| These n***ahs be so thirsty |
| I’m serving up holy water for n***ahs tryna murk me |
| Bitches be so ridiculous |
| Steady tryna hearse me |
| Sounding like my old shit |
| Might need to reimburse me |
| Old n***ahs pushing 30 |
| I’m coming through with 30 |
| Faggots on the come up and we all some 730s |
| I could whip it and dip it and flip it extra early |
| Grinding and dinning copping my bundles extra curly |
| My mouth like Trina |
| Swallowing kids no FEMA |
| I mix it up |
| Eureka |
| Finishing n***ahs no ether |
| Keep it low like caesars |
| While you throw shots from the bleachers |
| While you hating on killa I’m charging stacks just for features |
| Doing what I want to |
| What the fuck you gon do |
| This super Saiyan kung fu hit n***ahs with that 1 2 |
| Check your lipstick before you think to come and ki with me |
| Doubt your 9 to 5 would qualify |
| You couldn’t eat with me |
| A bad bitch a pop shit counting millions |
| Got me feeling quiche chandeliers on every ceiling |
| Designer flatware |
| Imported fruits is what I’m peeling |
| Bitch I’m doing me could give a fuck bout how you feeling |
| (Hook) |
| I mean I’m living good |
| Eating good |
| Why these n***ahs mad for (hmmmmm) |
| What the fuck they mad for |
| I’m looking right, pussy tight |
| So what the fuck y’all mad for (haaaaaaa) |
| Why the fuck y’all mad for |
| Wait |
| All this money got me looking right |
| So now this n***ah tryna stay the night |
| I’m on the book in custom looks I get them half price |
| Doing favors for neighbors don’t gotta ask twice |
| Kickstarter artist I make moves for self |
| Could never book a fucking gig but tryna clock my wealth |
| I mean |
| I was in the DL |
| With n***ahs on the DL |
| I had to throw told papi strap up his seatbelt |
| Never, ever heard no shit like me |
| Bitch I’m on diet but I’m still gon eat |
| Promoters booking flights I’m out in Paris for a week |
| See me doing moves like a n***ah on the creep |
| But catch me |
| Kikiing in multi-million dollar mansions |
| Posh living with hood n***ahs in the Hamptons |
| Young Anna munching these bamas for they pension |
| Deep conditions and wash and sets but did I mention |
| Groupies want the best of me |
| Keep sexy n***ahs next to me |
| I’m constantly chiefing up witches brew from family recipes |
| I can do this for days |
| Watch yourself when you caressing me |
| Posted with a leather daddies tryna get the bear necessities |
| No matter which way you spit it |
| Most of y’all n***ahs is gimmicks |
| I’m like a lyrical menace |
| Just so we clear on the difference |
| Pushing shit with no limit |
| Delivery is exquisite |
| 16s so terrific just so you get how I get it |
| Alright |
| Fuck your tracks I’m acting bouji in Saks |
| No need to |
| Watch my back cause you can’t touch that rack |
| Nah nah nah |
| When I do it they like it just like that |
| I put out the Eulogy and said I’d be right back |
| Catch me |
| Kikiing in multi-million dollar mansions |
| Posh living with hood n***ahs in the Hamptons |
| Young Anna munching these bamas for they pensions |
| Mani pedi and wash and sets but did I mention |