Now ive gone door to door And where ive looked so bored And I know less now than ever before In the morning she bakes her face into a cake Hot enough
cake A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton
kind of cool I brushed my teeth I combed my hair And I got dressed and went to school I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack A tasty cake and orange
Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin' my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake
kaleidoscope of moods and colors We walk in the park but it's melting in the dark All of a sudden your mood changes And your face looks like a cake left
Its Cover You Gotta Read It Man But As Far As Narcotics I Got IT If You Need It Man I Got That Piff If You Need A Gram Its Light Green But It Got Orange
rain they closed the opened door and the white smoke blew away and never made a dumb mistake to eat your orange and your cake but never say your good
customized plates Playmates jumpin out my birthday cake See we be on one, so raise the roof Or we gon tear the club up, hosin daisy dukes I made you lose, orange
's the luv of my life Panamera Porsche, Maserati copy painting Diamonds from Chris Aire, too awesome, ain't it? Middle finger in the air for the disses And Tiffany jewelry for the misses Orange
I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, party So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights
wit that nigga He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller We professionals now, young entrepreneurs So you know them fuck feds out to do us Conspiracy a muthafucka, my nigga so walk light
brushed my teeth I comed my hair and I got dressed and went to school I stopped at the store for a breakfast snack A tasty cake and orange juice and
you need it man/ I got that piff if you need a gram/ it's light green but it got orange hairs like peter pan/ I'm hot headed but I ain't got a fever
that nigga, He ratted on Craig, Boo, Steel, and Avin Miller! We professionals now, young entrepreneurs, So you know them fuck feds out to do us. Conspiracy a muthafucka, my nigga so walk light
shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights
like Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake
Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake
