Lyrics Talkin' Greezy - Cakes Da Killa

Talkin' Greezy - Cakes Da Killa
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Talkin' Greezy , by -Cakes Da Killa
Song from the album: Hedonism
In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:20.10.2016
Song language:English
Record label:Ruffians

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Talkin' Greezy
Guillotine
Head-gone
I’m talking greezy
I’m slept on
In the club getting saucy with a redbone
Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone
Atomic mamba ex-prima donna in Gucci cutters
My queen, I’m as saucy as saunas in the Bahamas
People know when I want it I do it shit gets done
I drop bombs that rip necks from craniums
My firearms remove limbs from shady ones
A milly rock on any block, then ante up
Beast mode, I fucked around and got the beast sprung
Cakey break sexting at your next, like some razor bum
Imported fruits can spit the truth since 1991
The shogun, demand respect from fucking everyone
Suppa suppa, fresh clams and lobsters
Sea salt on pasta, body shots to chakras
Hold up, I had to double check my status
My name alone should let you know I’m something savage
I’m miss cudi hit the quan out in the Serengeti
Hot spot, preachy and ain’t never necessary
So how you hating on the come up?
Don’t be mad little momma get your funds up
You on the wall let me see you get your fun up
Thoroughbreds let me see you throw your guns up
Guillotine
Head-gone
I’m talking greezy
I’m slept on
In the club getting saucy with a redbone
Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone
I’m too ill eating these rappers like they appetizers
While these baby fags on my dick like a pacifier
Did it on them had to restock my whole attire
Chaka flow, versatile, spitting through the fire
Hot 97 posted up with some new Desiigner
You’re a no-no, rappers hot like so-so
I’m oils of vanilla should get some cocoa
Don’t fuck with men and keep my carry very solo
Do this shit especially haters all in my recipes
Offing basic rappers is my motherfucking specialty
Toss salad: lima beans and some celery
Toss salad: lima beans and some celery
So how you hating on the come up?
Don’t be mad little momma get your funds up
You on the wall let me see you get your fun up
Thoroughbreds let me see you throw your guns up
Guillotine
Head-gone
I’m talking greezy
I’m slept on
In the club getting saucy with a redbone
Getting thirst traps all up on my iPhone

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