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letra de cake - maino $kambino, kahzi ll

[intro: maino $kambino]
d-mn son, where’d you find this?
hbk, mdm, tge
mmm, brrt
maino $kambino

[chorus: maino $kambino]
n-ggas always say i’m hating chasing cake (cake)
i’m just chasing cake so get up out my way
(out my way)
n-ggas be some b-tch made n-ggas anyway (way, mmm)
i’m just tryna get rich n-gga hand me my fade
you could die today
and yeah i need my bread n-gga ándale (mmm)
put it in replay
pull up where he lay, pull up where he stay
grrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh)
n-gga get up out my face, cake (uh, huh frrh, frrh, cake)
[verse 1: maino $kambino]
it’s a, it’s a man down ándale, flight delayed (mmm)
n-gga it’s gone be a prob if i pull out the k
put it in ya face (frrh, frrh)
n-ggas, know how i get (hmm)
told that b-tch ass don’t try sh-t (hmm)
she got bad breath give her trident (hmm, hmm)
b-tch n-gga we ride tint (hmm)
n-gga yеah that sh-t bent (hmm)
fill ya pockets, n-gga it got lint, (mmm)
n-gga what’s this (ha, frrh, frrh)
new glock with a switch n-gga (frrh, frrh)

[chorus: maino $kambino]
i’m just tryna chasе some cake (cake, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm)
n-gga if it’s a prob, get thrown in a lake (lake, mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm)
d-mn son

[verse 2: kahzi ll]
my mind’s been racing
and yeah i been chasing
3.5 i’m blazing
hollow tips leaving him vacant
if he run up then i’m baking
kel-tec up i’m aiming
dolce gabbana holding my stainless
i’m young and i’m rich got the world for the taken
i been boolin and vibin and smoking jamaican
don’t write sh-t n-gga but yeah i’m erasing
hate these n-ggas just like i’m racist
uh, i been stacking up my cake
don’t f-ck with me, pull out the k
i’m balling on these n-ggas real hard no game
shordy she hyper, she love cocaine
i can’t say sh-t, i sip purple rain
i done grew used to it, i ain’t got no shame
choppa on liu kang, it’s blowing out flames
my gun a bad b-tch
i’ma pop you like a whip
brand new pull up in bentley whip
like i hit the lottery i’m stacking up on my chips
mclaren i’ma drag it
first class i’m private
percocet got me flyin
that .40 leaving him in silence
off m&m’s i can’t see straight
after this i’m gone be breaking the bank
i sit on my money it look like a tank
i might f-ck around and go buy a wraith
it really don’t matter what you say
walking in paris off the dank
triple 4, i’m top rank
keep me a ratchet like i’m clank
[chorus: maino $kambino]
n-ggas always say i’m hating chasing cake (cake)
i’m just chasing cake so get up out my way
(out my way)
n-ggas be some b-tch made n-ggas anyway (way, mmm)
i’m just tryna get rich n-gga hand me my fade
you could die today
and yeah i need my bread n-gga ándale (mmm)
put it in replay
pull up where he lay, pull up where he stay
grrt, frrt, frrt, frrt (ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh)
n-gga get up out my face, cake (uh, huh frrh, frrh, cake)

- maino kambino kahzi ll

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