Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy - Cake lyrics

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(Verse)

I just might go on a trip

I can't control

I can't control what you want

(Verse)

Sugar in my right hand, sugar in my left hand

Na la la la na na na na NA NA na na na NANANA

I'm in a Rarri and I'm in a Coupe and she looking right nutter like

Who is you think you are? Who da fuck do ya think you are?

Nigga, who do you think you are?

Hop out the Rarri, I hop out the foreign car

Hey! I got my water on everything, I got the water like everything

I got money on me like it is real estate

Fucking that money off everything

Ayyy! We in luv with the cash

(Hook)

We in luv with the cake, y'all

We in luv with the cake

We in luv with the cake, y'all

We in luv with the cake

We in luv with the cake

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

(Verse 2)

All of my diamonds they coming with water

I'm on a private jet I come cross the border

Look at my diamonds they shining they looking like rubies

I fuck up the club on Monday, fuck a Tuesday

Step in the club on designer, all of my diamonds, they shinning

Water is dripping from China, omg, Soulja, you tell 'em you fire

Come out the water, I cannot control you

I don't wanna control you

All the AP and the rollers

All of my shooters gon' roll you

None of you niggas you talkin', don't know you

Giuseppes on walking I'm killin' 'em

Might walk, I might walk on a million

Nigga, I shit on a million

Nigga, we come in yo building

Nigga, we come in yo buildin'

I really am killin' 'em., still on a weekend

(Hook)

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

She got the cake and I got the cake

She got the cake, she making shake

All of that cake

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

She got the cake and I got the cake

(verse 3)

We spendin' the cake while she shaking her ____(?)

I got the cake, home in the kitchen, I'm whippin' it and bake

The streets are on fire, forgiattos on my tire

You niggas are liars, you niggas are none but disguise

I smoke in the sky, soulja the man, I supply

I got the war, I got the water, the war

We put the water in all

I put that water, it's heat like a porn

I got the diamonds, it's looking like water

It's dripping like water

I can't control ya, my niggas ain't gon' roll

I can't control ya

Make that a million, it's all for the pro tools

I ride in the old school, I treat her like a brand new Maseratti

Soulja Boy tell 'em Versace

So many asians and tais on my body

Hop off the wrist and they hop out the Mazy

Look at my wrist, man, it look like the sky lit

Look at my wrist, man, I look like a pilot

Soulja would tell em what soulja was _____(?)

(Hook)

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

Cake cake cake cake cake cake

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