Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cake , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 25.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cake |
| I need the cake nigga |
| G-Unit dont play |
| we rap but we strapped |
| Buck got the shotgun |
| 50 got the mack |
| Spida got the streeper |
| and u bound to hear it clap |
| u wont have another birthday CAKE afta that |
| cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act |
| adn I been gone for the winter |
| but now a nigga back |
| to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |
| and you muthafuckas lookin like steak |
| food on the plate for the wolves |
| follow wolves |
| dont get moved by the tools |
| battle wounds on ya shoes wait |
| control ya hate |
| u aint ridin in dem 6s |
| (WHY?) cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches |
| I need the bread lil niggas need christmas |
| Banks dont rap wit a back pack |
| im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |
| You heard Banks said so i know i got the mag |
| I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad |
| I dont give a fuck |
| Its goin down like that |
| I done been through every hood |
| dead niggas gone rap |
| in the heart of a victim murda is monumental |
| i dont complicate shit, yea i keep it simple |
| my bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through |
| southside trama drama wit gallamas |
| i conversate wit killas its usually about life |
| politic wit lawness its usually about white |
| im da poster child of violence |
| im the boy on the poster |
| when the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster |
| yeah listen up chicko |
| i hustle i get dough |
| u fuckin wit a sicko |
| i spazz let a clip go cannon out da rental |
| beam to ya temple |
| i squeez blow your mental |
| all ova ya friends |
| me im from the street |
| we aint nothin sweet |
| the home of the homies |
| theres a body every week |
| now i dont hear the sirens |
| but they prolly gonna creep |
| plottin to pull me ova |
| plant the CAKE in my jeep |
| so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek |
| cant a muthafucka breathin tell me i cant eat |
| show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |
| niggas slow down pump ya breaks |
| no mistakes |
| cause the jakes |
| run the plates |
| then u headed up state |
| for rollin round wit a steak |
| niggas start up the beef |
| and run straight to the cops |
| you a bitch ass nigga |
| the cupCAKE of the block |
| any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot |
| round here niggas get found upside down |
| ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |