Cake-Lloyd Banks

歌手 : Lloyd Banks
专辑 : Rotten Apple
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:46

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TXT Cake-Lloyd Banks 文本歌词

Cake - Lloyd Banks
Written by:F. Horton/C. Lloyd/C. Jackson
Money money money money cake I need the cake ni**a
The unit don't play we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mac
Spider got the sweeper and you dying to hear it clap uh huh
You won't have another birthday cake after that woo
Cause yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act f**k
And I been gone all winter
But now a ni**a back to get the
Money uh the money uh the money uh the money
Uh the cake
And you motherf**kers looking like steak woo
Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules
Don't get moved by the two's blood'll ooze on your shoes
Wait uh huh control your hate you ain't riding in them sixes why
Cause you spending all your cake on them b**ches uh
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas uh huh
Banks don't rap with a backpack I'm in it for the
Money uh the money uh the money
Uh the money uh the cake
Ha ha you heard banks say it so you know I got the mack
I pull or pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a f**k it's going down like that
I done been through every hood dead niggas don't rat
In the heart of a victim murder is monumental
I don't complicate sh*t kid I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout what I been through
South side trauma drama with the llamas
I conversate with killers it's usually about life
Politic with bonders it's usually about white
I'm the poster child for violence I'm the boy in the poster
When them shots start to ring out I'm the boy with the toaster
Yeah listen up kicko I hustle I get dough
You f**king with a sicko I spaz let a clip go
Cannon out the rental beam to 'yo temple
I squeeze blow your mental all over your friends woo
Me I'm from the street where ain't nothing sweet
The home for the Homi's there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep creep
Plotting to pull me over plant the cake in my jeep woo
So I be skipping cities seven states in a week yeah
Can't a motherf**ker breathe and tell me I can't eat
Show me the money uh the money uh the money
Uh the money uh the cake
Ni**a slow down pump ya brakes yeah
No mistakes cause the jakes run the plates
Then your headed upstate for rolling 'round with a steak uh huh
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops uh huh
You a b**ch a** ni**a the cup cake of the block woo
Any ni**a disrespect the click getting shot
'Round here niggas get found upside down over the
Money uh the money uh the money
Uh the money uh the cake
Woo oooh
Cake
Money money money money cake