Tekster:
Cake Ain T No Good

that She'll feed you to her cat. So watch out. She ain't no good for you. Watch out. She ain't no good for you. Watch out. She ain't no good for you.

that She'll feed you to her cat. So watch out. She ain't no good for you. Watch out. She ain't no good for you. Watch out. She ain't no good for you.

I ain't gotta say it, you already know the name See, I'm still running over bitches, still fuckin' over niggaz Yo husband and yo boyfriend, I don't

, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't

'mon baby, put the gun down) But they might be wrong (Shittin' me) I really wish you could change baby (Well if my best ain't good enough I don't know

play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't

my bitch My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape Ain't it funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes

me and you tonight ma, let's go They say every good woman needs a thug They say every good woman needs a thug Go baby, you so wavy And I ain't never

the T Niggas is talkin' to blasphemous Tell me, is it these ashy cuts that got you thinkin' I'm not in touch with that mask 'n glove Don't let the Reverend