Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intermission , by - Cakes Da Killa. Release date: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Intermission |
| Faggots is diamonds choke to pieces |
| I’m up in Harlem, Pink Panther, like it’s killer season |
| Mathematician, fuck the intermission |
| These faggots still riding my ass tighter than True Religions |
| New decision, yeah, he cute but he don’t got the vision |
| I’m quick with it, slicing bitches like a circumcision |
| Frame is fitted, I did it, so they mimic |
| They questioning what’s the difference, I’m spitting and you’re a gimmick |
| I’m just off of talent and you poppin' just for a minute |
| You trynna get like me? |
| Unrealistic |
| Hoes be rocking their bodies but not be spitting |
| And doubters cannot handle my come-up because I’m gifted |
| Took an L and got back to my streamings and to my business |
| Admit it, I’ve been going for a minute |
| And now I’m back with the motherfucking shitses |
| All let your rock but it was fucking with my spirit |
| And now I’m back again, off the bench for the scrimmage like |