CAKEWAR
Yeah I know I'm back I'm back
I got lil bro with me tho, he in the cut
Turn that shit up yo
J4 shawty in a cake war
Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York
Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours
How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport
Nigga you a dork
Can't touch the court
Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours
I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north
Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced
And I, Pull up to the spot with the mask up
Shawty break it down on the pole like a dancer
But I, walk around the club, I don't dance
Spit to every female my words put them in a trance
And I, dunk on a bitch Space Jam
She wanna know my name, didn't give that bitch a chance
Had to block her number she already in my past
I don't look back bitch I just chase cash
Got no break pads
On the Lamborghini cuz I skate fast
Hope the bitches see me when I race past
Got a boss ass bitch with a touchdown ass
And I got a new bag
And I got some double C's for my face spending cash
She got some double D's but I'm more into her ass
You can't get her wet but I make her bubble bath
Spinning down your block choppers loose double back
Bussdown Felipe
Bussdown Patek
Bussdown face
Got a bussdown bitch
Pull out ten racks got a bussed out clique
So much water like the ocean, I don't like to swim
But we take laps in a swimming pool
And this bitch wonder if she can bring two
Yeah you can bring two, how bout bring three
Only me but I can hit a tag team
J4 shawty in a cake war
Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York
Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours
How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport
Nigga you a dork
Can't touch the court
Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours
I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north
Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced
Got these niggas mad now they really tryna press me
Get her on her knees now she really tryna feel me
Get this bread make it flip
Pull this blick he gon slip
All this ice on my wrist
It's gon make a nigga trip
Goin way to fast yeah I really gotta to slow it
Now I'm counting all these racks yeah I really had to show it
Yeah she had to throw it back now I got her looking back yeah
Now I got her looking back
Cryin all on me cuz I wasn't looking back
I'm just doing me and that's completely fucking facts
I don't need no girl but I'm down to fucking chat yeah
But I'm down to fucking chat
Bussdown Felipe
Bussdown Patek
Bussdown face
Got a bussdown bitch
Pull out ten racks got a bussed out clique
So much water like the ocean, I don't like to swim
But we take laps in a swimming pool
And this bitch wonder if she can bring two
Yeah you can bring two, how bout bring three
Only me but I can hit a tag team
J4 shawty in a cake war
Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York
Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours
How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport
Nigga you a dork
Can't touch the court
Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours
I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north
Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced
When I touch the bag turn into a running back
I just got the bag then I ran it like it's track
Yeah we make that money and we spend that bitch fast
But we make it back
Cuz I'm bout the cash yeah
Yeah I'm bout the bag I'm a fucking cash cow
Smoking on that loud
Roll him like some loud
If this op want smoke I can lay his ass down
Put his ass down, I'm the king where my crown
I don't cap and gown, I'm not him he a clown
Stupid Bitch
I got lil bro with me tho, he in the cut
Turn that shit up yo
J4 shawty in a cake war
Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York
Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours
How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport
Nigga you a dork
Can't touch the court
Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours
I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north
Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced
And I, Pull up to the spot with the mask up
Shawty break it down on the pole like a dancer
But I, walk around the club, I don't dance
Spit to every female my words put them in a trance
And I, dunk on a bitch Space Jam
She wanna know my name, didn't give that bitch a chance
Had to block her number she already in my past
I don't look back bitch I just chase cash
Got no break pads
On the Lamborghini cuz I skate fast
Hope the bitches see me when I race past
Got a boss ass bitch with a touchdown ass
And I got a new bag
And I got some double C's for my face spending cash
She got some double D's but I'm more into her ass
You can't get her wet but I make her bubble bath
Spinning down your block choppers loose double back
Bussdown Felipe
Bussdown Patek
Bussdown face
Got a bussdown bitch
Pull out ten racks got a bussed out clique
So much water like the ocean, I don't like to swim
But we take laps in a swimming pool
And this bitch wonder if she can bring two
Yeah you can bring two, how bout bring three
Only me but I can hit a tag team
J4 shawty in a cake war
Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York
Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours
How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport
Nigga you a dork
Can't touch the court
Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours
I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north
Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced
Got these niggas mad now they really tryna press me
Get her on her knees now she really tryna feel me
Get this bread make it flip
Pull this blick he gon slip
All this ice on my wrist
It's gon make a nigga trip
Goin way to fast yeah I really gotta to slow it
Now I'm counting all these racks yeah I really had to show it
Yeah she had to throw it back now I got her looking back yeah
Now I got her looking back
Cryin all on me cuz I wasn't looking back
I'm just doing me and that's completely fucking facts
I don't need no girl but I'm down to fucking chat yeah
But I'm down to fucking chat
Bussdown Felipe
Bussdown Patek
Bussdown face
Got a bussdown bitch
Pull out ten racks got a bussed out clique
So much water like the ocean, I don't like to swim
But we take laps in a swimming pool
And this bitch wonder if she can bring two
Yeah you can bring two, how bout bring three
Only me but I can hit a tag team
J4 shawty in a cake war
Yeah she think she fancy till I moved her to New York
Yeah we private flights, sight seeing, bike tours
How we gon compete you ain't in the same sport
Nigga you a dork
Can't touch the court
Step back threes on ya bitch, she ain't yours
I fucked her in Airforce, face down ass north
Drop top Porsche, yeah the roof got divorced
When I touch the bag turn into a running back
I just got the bag then I ran it like it's track
Yeah we make that money and we spend that bitch fast
But we make it back
Cuz I'm bout the cash yeah
Yeah I'm bout the bag I'm a fucking cash cow
Smoking on that loud
Roll him like some loud
If this op want smoke I can lay his ass down
Put his ass down, I'm the king where my crown
I don't cap and gown, I'm not him he a clown
Stupid Bitch
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Writer(s): Aiden Hackett
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