Bun B - Cake lyrics
rate meHold up
Smoke something, bitch
With Tray Martin, know what I’m talking ‘bout?
Yeah, know what I’m talking ‘bout?
I’m joy, we talking ‘bout hey, man
Do thighs come with that shake?
Do green guys come with them thighs?
Shit, pimpin’, Tommy loose, OC
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
Well, Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, they run right round
You know that C Pimp close and Bun not done
I be at it and on it
Don’t start no static, I want it
When I want it I get it
So get to hopping up on it
Ain’t no stopping, no fronting
This certified and official
When I see you licking your lips you wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin’ ain’t easy
Man, it is if you be me
I see a new one every day
And they think ‘cause they jazzy and they carefree they gonna talk me out my pay
Get your paper, see my game is just a little bit tighter
Pay for pussy, that’s alright
I grab the smoke so pass the lighter
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
You know I get the first night, get ‘em like the first date
But I got a question for you
Them thighs come with that shake?
You want papato sea food
Well you gonna have to eat, boo
Only in my foreign car you gonna be a porn star
I know what’s going through your head
If I get ‘em like ahead
I might get a slice of bread for just a minute
I get cash in duffle bags, I don’t chase the cake
Let ‘em ride, get ‘em high as I pay for cake
Sorry, girl, I gotta go
Like Pimp I’m on that purple flow
Mid-west, 30 a show, yeah, I hustle and flow
Round town, a bad chick, she’s tryna track me down
Zoom zoom, see you later, I gotta get the bake
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
Shit, now all the tricking, you should stop it
Money been the topic
While she digging in your pockets I be plugging on her socket
All off in your crib, feet up on your shit
Instead of breaking off a hoe you out here loving a bitch
When I give this pimpin’ bitch steel toe, bring your bro
The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could be for
Live for, all off in your big fold to make her heavy
She shake you off, I break it off ‘cause you bring it back to daddy
Don’t be mad at me ‘cause your hoe done chose
I was out here on the stroll
She got down like she’s supposed
I put on some clothes
As a baby’s on her mama
‘Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors
Don’t chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch, in your mind, hoe, I got cake
