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letra de cake (remix) ft. poly citrus and jay - prince papi (rapper)

[verse 1: prince papi]
go to sleep, yeah i’m dreaming
i’m with you, yeah we teaming
yeah i see you in my dreams
see that -ss in them white jeans
see that cake, eat it up
in the oven, heat it up
cake so sweet, gave me diabetes
but i’m working out, eating wheaties
glock in my rari, i ain’t talking about ferrari
got a glock in my lion rari that’s a [?]
n-gg- i just wake and bake
i wake up and eat that cake
cake so big, can’t get up
b-tch i go to school, i’m late
see a fine b-tch, i look down but see no cake though
got some nice titties, but no -ss, that’s a fake hoe
cake on my mind, but she give that pussy up
ain’t going complain, i just eat that pussy up
eat that pussy up, yeah, beat that pussy up, yeah
b-tch ain’t got no cake, so i eat that pussy up, yeah
b-tch ain’t got no cake, so i move on to the next one
got so many b-tches, all i got to do is text one
met a b-tch said she knew me
blew a candle, then she blew me
beat my meat, stole this beat
b-tch i hope that they don’t sue me
ugly b-tch with the cake
f-cked her next to the lake
f-cked her b-tch, i admit it, wasn’t bad, yeah i hit it

[verse 2: poly citrus]
go to sleep, man you tired
i be cooking, cooking
3:15 in the kitchen homie
baking cookies homie
baking n-gg-s homie
i just f-cked my teacher and she still failed me homie
no disrespect to ugly b-tches though
south side, i f-cked my sister though
ten piece on them titties hoe
gravy down the booty, we don’t take it slow
before i go to sleep, i always beat my meat
and that’s a sex song
before i wake, i bake and cry
that’s a love song
i ain’t g-y, but shit i might be
that’s a real song
girl you know i c-m on your face
take it in the -ss, for some timbs
wait what?
wait what?
wait what?
take it in the -ss for some timbs

[hook: jay]
b-tch you know i get the cake, yeah
your b-tch wetter than a lake, yeah
so much cake i’m obese, yeah
she want some b-lls, i’ll throw these, yeah
and i flip you like a tortilla, yeah
so you know i’m from the villa, yeah
keep my glock, on my d-block, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 3: jay]
three-fifteen in the kitchen
cooking all these f-cking b-tches
smacking all these f-cking snitches
counting all my f-cking riches
she like d-ck though, let her eat hoe
pussy n-gg-s on my d-ck, that’s like zero
and she sipping on ciroq, she my hero
but i’m sipping dirty lean by the pint though
i don’t care though, i’m a pimp though
h-lla cake in my face, could’ve sworn it was my birthday
no way, jose, i’ma make you think about the things that hoes say, no way, nah
let me get it like this
seen a girl with brown eyes and thick thighs
told her that i loved her, she saw through my lies
i just wanna f-ck her, hit it from the back
while my homie gets some top
and another one records
when i bust up on her face
i don’t care about the race
i just really like them thick
they can always get the d-ck
all these b-tches, man then meant for bussin
and i like them mixed like my robitussin
so when you see a b-tch, tell her get to bussin
cause when she suck my d-ck, man
man, man, yeah i get to busting

- prince papi rapper

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