Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revelations (Outro), artist - Cakes Da Killa. Album song Hedonism, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: Ruffians
Song language: English
Revelations (Outro) |
| Cakes is something wreckless, might leave a bitch edgeless |
| Pockets on swole, gully flow straight headless |
| Walk on levels, princess cuts on the medals |
| Never been the type to start a war when I settle shit |
| Most of these faggots is irrelevant |
| And when I drop they better double-up they regimen |
| These fake rappers tryna tarnish my development |
| Steady spitting bars; |
| just straight insulting my intelligence |
| I guess I’m really on some other shit |
| Just when you see me nigga, recognize decadence |
| Self-pleasure, no cunt can do it better |
| Designer cut leathers that’s true with angel feathers killa |
| When ya rap mufuckas 'gon recognize? |
| Cakes da Killa spittin' first world genocide |
| Cakes da Killa spittin grimey shit televised |
| Peep the revolution steady seepin through ya third eye |
| I guess I’m really that bitch |
| Booking out of state shows just to talk my shit |
| Look em in the eye, been that bitch might twitch |
| Cuz we spewing hot shit like a fully loaded clippa’s killa |
| And I’m gettin ate out on the freeway |
| This the type of shit where you lurkin' on the leeway |
| Keep the type of pulla, make you do whatever we say |
| And if you got the plug hit that nigga on his prepaid |
| Cuz this is revelations |
| A fuckin' demonstration to |
| Any nigga dumb enough to think I’m fuckin basic |
| Revelations… |
| This is the art of the sixteen |
| I talk greasy cuz the spit game too clean |
| Shifty pull up in the droptop on Spring |
| With gay niggas, Ray J, money team |
| You should pause that when I printing up out my limousine |
| Have her talking slick? |
| Douse a bitch with some kerosine |
| Fake fags so beat to be a friend of me |
| How you think you kin of me? |
| Not even in my pedigree |
| These niggas be really tryna get the best of me |
| The death of me, thirsting for my muthafuckin' recipes |
| A baptism, new religion, rest in peace |
| Designer tuck, juice cleanse, celery |
| I’m something spiritual grinding in the physical |
| URL bitches take my lyrics very literal |
| Bitch I can’t help it that you stuntin' on the minimal |
| Everything I spit come to fruition like a miracle |
| I’m just that bitch that you wanna be |
| Storm before cast if ya mans think he stuntin' me |
| Adrian got the bands for all you faggots tryna front on me |
| Powerbottom flow, be with the hoodest niggas comfortably |
| And that’s just a true testament |
| Had to slow it up so your ears could really relish it |
| Bitches in my mentions getting all delirious |
| Quick to end the convo, point blank period |
| Cuz this is revelations |
| A fuckin' demonstration to |
| Any nigga dumb enough to think I’m fuckin basic |
| This is revelations |
| Fuckin' dedication |
| Any nigga dumb enough to think I’m fuckin basic |
| Cunt gospel posted with the apostles |
| Sitting in the studio feeling like a capo |
| Bank account stacked up, pussy like a gato |
| Bumpin' in a poncho, chillin' in Toronto |
| Cunt gospel posted with the apostles |
| Sitting in the studio feeling like a capo |
| Bank account stacked up, purrin' like a gato |
| Catch me spitting psalms like my flows was in the bible |
| Like |
| Yo Yo This is Revelations |
| Come test me |