Joey BadASS - ProCake$ lyrics

rate me

Ya, ya, east coast hide them all

We are the super pros

east coast hide them all

We are the super pros

east coast hide them all

We are the super pros

I got her in a cobra clutch

She choke it up

East coast baby I’m an animal

You know what’s up

And I don’t mean to sound like a dick head

But I supply the drinks so while you ready

Got her lips wet

So sit back, I can make the other 2 dreams wet

Forgetting it’s a dream when the nicks start setting in

You can light a nigga spliff if you with it

Don’t try to play dirty

It’s better that you bring your friend

I’m the nigga that your bitch rode

And she don’t wanna switch lanes

Take a lick till you make the main beam

So drip, rub a dub, dub I’m not a player

I just crush a lot, queen latifa are you gonna pass the dutch or not

Blood clots from smoking with your making girl

She so curvy, curve me, know it’s dirty

I’m not cleaning up any time soon, do me a favor

Climb the roof with top and get thirsty

Man let me tell about this girl named Raisy

She had a diamond so smile

Plus she had the cakey

She said she loves apex, but I was never with the fitness

Survivor of the fittest

King of the spins like queen of the licks

Keep you lifted, I don’t need a wingman

She wanted to be the number one wait

Hold one, supposed to

I’m supposed to hit her once

Like I’m on soon, super

I keep these girls in check

Reminding when I do

When I’m kissing down they neck

Better not go and hit my phone if I left

Or I’m on to the next, busting cheeks when I flex

Shawty got facts when I licked on her dress

Baraca mix it up when my lips on her chest

Little mama shiver I be licking down her chest

I ain’t even do my best, till I’m giving her the best

Ah, and this a song about bitches

She go up and down like all time switches

She got more l’s than the new york knickses

Screaming fuck your gwap, this shit’s here prescription

Ah, and the pussy had me tripping

Called me 5 times when I hit it

Like the dutch, she was played at never call ...down

Stole a lie, now we cruising while you loosing

On the way to dirty hounds

Dirty hoes in they flirty clothes

They get me nerdy on

Say you got a man

But it really don’t concern me though

Why you think you got that title for?

You say that you not a whore

Why your mind slapping on your spinal chord

Me and her converse, slipping up my converse

Banded with the bars, you should listen to this con’s verse

Std won’t infect me, I wrap it up

When I’m in it straight rip up the kitten

I got a few assumptions, I think we got some chance

I never had her rushing

But she always gonna confess

I told her give it to me

She said did I smelt it,

I hope she gonna think this won’t damage our friendship

I went in, now it’s time to get out

I told her come to my house to show her what I’m about

Little do she know that I heard she was a hoe

When I got word of mouth that she go down south

Hey yo Shawty, come talk this party

It’s the smokest club, she scoped the bus

And got so stoped as us

I’m done talking, spoken off

Just hold the bus, I won’t poke at love

I’m a focused stuck

Step into my office, groupie bars can’t keep off

It’s only thing off, it’s major label office

Cause I ain’t with selling my soul and my sound

For some thousands, that pretty brown round

Girl let me entertain you Ying and Yang

Or dig my fingers between your frame

If you really in the kissing game

You a fan of my masculine balance

Acrobats I’m unmasking your talents

Ask your sex, doesn’t count if you doubt it

But I bet you can’t wait to find out

Your blouse is closer than my house front

And the time doesn’t call what the ounce does

Sweet mother of pros, and diamonds

Everything was perfect, but the time...

Minding his own goal, finding his own...