Cakes Da Killa - Living Gud, Eating Gud | Текст песни

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• Cakes Da Killa
• Living Gud, Eating Gud

(Verse 1)
New day in a new in a place
Soaking up new sun rays
I know niggas 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 niggas be so thirsty
I’m serving up holy water for niggas tryna murk me
Bitches be so ridiculous
Steady tryna hearse me
Sounding like my old shit
Might need to reimburse me
Old niggas 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 FEMA
I mix it up
Eureka
Finishing niggas 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 gon do
This super Saiyan kung fu hit niggas 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 bout how you feeling

(Hook)
I mean I’m living good
Eating good
Why these niggas mad for (hmmmmm)
What the fuck they mad for
I’m looking right, pussy tight
So what the fuck y’all mad for (haaaaaaa)
Why the fuck y’all mad for

(Verse 2)
Wait
All this money got me looking right
So now this nigga tryna stay the night
I’m on the book in custom looks I get them half price
Doing favors for neighbors don’t gotta ask twice
Kickstarter artist I make moves for self
Could never book a fucking gig but tryna clock my wealth
I mean
I was in the DL
With niggas on the DL
I had to throw told papi strap up his seatbelt

Never, ever 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 nigga on the creep
But catch me
Kikiing in multi-million dollar mansions
Posh living with hood niggas in the Hamptons
Young Anna munching these bamas for they pension
Deep conditions and wash and sets but did I mention

Groupies want the best of me
Keep sexy niggas 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 tryna get the bear necessities
No matter which way you spit it
Most of y’all niggas 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
Nah nah nah
When I do it they like it just like that
I put out the Eulogy and said I’d be right back
Catch me
Kikiing in multi-million dollar mansions
Posh living with hood niggas 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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