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letra de pound cake remix - smoke & thad

[verse 1: toke]
okay, my quad makes a mill though
selling everything from cocaine to pills
told em watch out,cause cocaine it k!lls
these n-ggas don’t care if its your brain they spill
(blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)
and r.i.p. to the realest
coast to coast, foreign cars, big buildings
they say toke you gunna make a million
i say f-ck it might as well make a k!lling
maaaaaan, but while im making this cash
shout out to them n-ggas that steady havin my back tint
ak is heavy (ak shots) smokin on loud packs
i said its heavy (ak shots) my n-ggas we don’t lack
(no laaaaaack) this world is cold out here
you wanna make a n-gga be bold out here
sh-t y’all doin is old round here
steady workin n-gga no cloths round here (no cloths)
a hunnid percent work
if a n-gga frontin put his -ss in the dirt
if that n-gga talking steal his -ss goto work
they be on that creep sh-t n-ggas tryna lurk
but im sticking to the basics
chasing money boy rollin on a basis
smoking purp,realest boy i taste it
smoke loud, no vacation
(quad boy)
this money i gotta make it
pull out the state ticket
no time for wastin
(no time)
im steady paper chasin
(woooooooo!)
squad

[hook: timbaland] x2

cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y’all

[verse 2: thad]

hahahahahahaaaa

get the money, get the money, ge-get the money
i got the money i-i got the money
my flow is raw, t-raw mcmillan
mcraw, mcgraw, ima f-ck yo b-tch raw
d-ck hard, feel long like a marathon
it’s comin all the way down like her thong
(are you ready for it are you ready
are you really ready are you really???)
g, abe, and blake they all the homies
i just hope they don’t become phony
all yo n-ggas gunna turn yo back
become your haters and call you wack
claim you can’t even rap, and ask
why are you a trap rapper
black rapper, back stabber
black rapper trapping that’s not me
i’m just a light skin n-gga tryna make it og

kennethia: (laugh)

thad: (whaaa whaaaa whaaa whaaaaaaaaaaa)
[hook]

thad: i’m not done yet fam

gag me with a spoon

bake, bake bake bake bake bake
sittin at lunch all i do is eat cake
adrenaline rush, your girl on my nuts
feelin my stuff, tryna make me nut
while i touch her b-tt
(i guess we do some freaky stuff)
you just a dude from across the street
jerome: yo lil dude from across the street, lemmi hold a dolla

timberland: dolla dolla billz y’all

well it’s yah boy tm in this thang
tryna be like kobe bryant for his 6th ring
be the best in the game, best in this thang
comin threw this thang
makin it rain,leavin with a bang. (baaaaang)

- smoke thad

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