Cakes Da Killa

Cakes Da Killa - Living Gud, Eating Gud lyrics

rate me

New day in a new place

Soaking up new sun rays

I know niggaz be gagging when my clique be out at Westway

Keep a thick frame and a fresh face

Faggots mad cause I make bank

If I’m on the block or out of state

They want this in the

Worst way

Couldn’t top this on my worst day

These niggaz be so thirsty

I’m serving up holy water for niggaz tryin’ to murk me

Bitches be so ridiculous

Steady tryin’ to hearse me

Sounding like my old shit

Might need to reimburse me

Old nigazz pushing 30

I’m coming through with 30

Faggots on the come up and we all some 730s

I could whip it and dip it and flip it extra early

Grinding and dinning copping my bundles extra curly

My mouth like Trina

Swallowing kids no

I mix it up, Eureka!

Finishing niggaz no ether

Keep it low like Caesars

While you throw shots from the bleachers

While you hating on killa I’m charging stacks just for features

Doing what I want to

What the fuck you gonna do?

This super Saiyan kung fu hit niggaz with that 1 2

Check your lipstick before you think to come and ki with me

Doubt your 9 to 5 would qualify

You couldn’t eat with me

A bad bitch a pop shit counting millions

Got me feeling quiche chandeliers on every ceiling

Designer flatware

Imported fruits is what I’m peeling

Bitch I’m doing me could give a fuck about how you feeling

I mean I’m living good

Eating good

Why these niggaz mad for

What the fuck they mad for

I’m looking right, pussy tight

So what the fuck you all mad for?

Why the fuck you all mad for?

Wait

All this money got me looking right

So now this niggaz tryin’ to stay the night

I’m on the book in custom looks I get them half price

Doing favors for neighbors don’t got to ask twice

Kickstarter artist I make moves for self

Could never book a fucking gig but tryin’ to clock my wealth

I mean

I was in the DL

With niggaz on the DL

I had to throw told papi strap up his seatbelt

Never, ever, ever I heard no shit like me

Bitch I’m on diet but I’m still gon eat

Promoters booking flights I’m out in Paris for a week

See me doing moves like a niggaz on the creep

But catch me

Kicking in multi-million dollar mansions

Posh living with hood niggaz in the Hamptons

Young Anna munching these bamas for their pension

Deep conditions and wash and sets but did I mention?

Groupies want the best of me

Keep sexy niggaz next to me

I’m constantly chiefing up witches brew from family recipes

I can do this for days

Watch yourself when you caressing me

Posted with a leather daddies tryin’ to get the bear necessities

No matter which way you spit it

Most of you all niggaz is gimmicks

I’m like a lyrical menace

Just so we clear on the difference

Pushing shit with no limit

Delivery is exquisite

16s so terrific just so you get how I get it

Alright

Fuck your tracks I’m acting bouji in Saks

No need to

Watch my back cause you can't touch that rack

When I do it they like it just like that

I put out the Eulogy and said I’d be right back

Catch me

Kicking in multi-million dollar mansions

Posh living with hood niggaz in the Hamptons

Young Anna munching these bamas for they pensions

Mani pedi and wash and sets but did I mention

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