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letra de sip of my sip - cakes da killa

[intro]
think about tomorrow
think about tomorrow
think about tomorrow
think about tomorrow
think about tomorrow

[verse 1: cakes da k!lla]
high design in a low-rise jean
i hear you doin’ strange things just to get to the cream
the scene callin’ me the goat ’cause i spit supreme
been all around the world, take some tips from me
you was takin’ naps when i was hittin’ the scene
follow my lead, these biters tryna swallow my schemes
dream my dreams, f-ck around and rock my seams
’cause every time i’m on the block all i hear is
see me, the blueprint, never had to prove sh-t
i’ma make it pop like lil mama with the movement
give me what you got off the top like you loose lipped
this is for the queens in the crib gettin’ stupid
poor little rappers, go and get a clue, b-tch
we are not the same, i ain’t kissin’ on no judas
don’t confuse me with that sh-t that you be doin’
you in it for the likes, i’m only in it for the music
rock my hair bone straight in the name of andre, jiggy j
this c-nt right here ain’t come to play
time to serve it up, i’m on a platter, flambé
why the ones with no tact always got the most to say?
makin’ sh-t look easy so it’s hard to read me
switched up my punchlines, drop bars in geechie
tell ’em run it back, i’m in the mood for a repeat
your eyes wide open and you still couldn’t see me
[chorus: cakes da k!lla]
yo, he want a sip of my sip
he wanna slide
he tryna dip in the whip
who get it crackin’ like this? (uh-huh)
i’m tryna grind
he got his hands on my hip (yeah)
he want a sip of my sip
he wanna slide
i’m tryna dip on the d-ck (yeah)
who get it crackin’ like this?
i’m bound to shine
he got his hands on my hip

[bridge: cakes da k!lla]
i ain’t never in the mood to be playin’ no games
f-ck with no squares, chat with no lames
i don’t save a lot of numbers, don’t remember all the names
all these n-ggas all the same, tryna climb the food chain
i ain’t never in the mood to be playin’ no games
f-ck with no squares, chat with no lames
i don’t save a lot of numbers, don’t remember all the names
all these n-ggas all the same, tryna climb the food chain

[verse 2: sevndeep]
all these n-ggas all the same, wanna take my last name
but this ain’t that kinda game, watch a n-gga do his thing, yeah
it’s sevndeep, the top of the food chain
addicted to f-ckin’ n-ggas, gettin’ money, and the fame
they all jealous, they see me in margielas
all these n-ggas is my b-tches like my name is cruella, yeah
he tryna f-ck, but i ain’t that kinda of fella
told him we can talk about it after we go to the teller
d-mn, sevn, where this flow come from?
i told these n-ggas i’m the best, these other n-ggas is bums
i’m a full course meal, he ain’t eatin’ no crumbs
duckin’ and dodgin’ like i’m neo ’cause i’m really the one
yeah, yeah, i really do this
yeah, but you already knew this
when i’m in your city, all the n-ggas tryna get me
cakes lookin’ like a k!ller, told ’em, “n-gga, don’t tempt me”
i got plenty and i ain’t friendly (yeah)
six-feet-fine and my style compliment me (yeah)
i start trends and then n-ggas be trendy
servin’ lewinski, where the f-ck is my fendi?
yeah, that’s how you ride a beat
just made in a day, but you make it two weeks, yeah
the maneater and i’m bringin’ the heat
it’s no sade, but they ain’t f-ckin’ with me, yeah
[chorus: cakes da k!lla]
yo, he want a sip of my sip
he wanna slide
he tryna dip in the whip
who get it crackin’ like this? (uh-huh)
i’m tryna grind
he got his hands on my hip (yeah)
he want a sip of my sip
he wanna slide
i’m tryna dip on the d-ck (yeah)
who get it crackin’ like this?
i’m bound to shine
he got his hands on my hip

[outro: sevndeep]
yeah, got his hands on my hip
yeah, got his hands on my hip

- cakes da killa

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