Eat the Cake (feat. Kalise)

Aye
Wait
Aye
I eat cake
You get on my nerves
Always ways talking about assholes
Always talking about a bitch pussy or sum
Like
Whet are you even talking about
Cause I don't be popping shit

If I fuck please believe
That I caught that shit on tape
Said she she wanna fuck to music
So I let that Gucci play
Trap house 3
On repeat
While I fuck her face
Call me Annie May
Why, cause I eat the cake
If I fuck please believe
That I caught that shit on tape
Said she she wanna fuck to music
So I let that Gucci play
Trap house 3
On repeat
While I fuck her face
Call me Annie May
Why, cause I eat the cake

Nude art in the studio
Red hair like she Rufio
She wanna duel like Yugioh
Put thumb all in her booty hole
Open mouth, I'm spitting in
I slid it out
I slid it in
Yella rope on yella skin
Baby you should phone a friend
Camera phone my favorite type
Tell the cam you love the pipe
When she gone we fuck on Skype
Off Patron she fuck all night
Baby girl my guiding light
Baby love the way you shine
Tell them niggas in the streets
They can't have you cause you mine

If I fuck please believe
That I caught that shit on tape
Said she she wanna fuck to music
So I let that Gucci play
Trap house 3
On repeat
While I fuck her face
Call me Annie May
Why, cause I eat the cake
If I fuck please believe
That I caught that shit on tape
Said she she wanna fuck to music
So I let that Gucci play
Trap house 3
On repeat
While I fuck her face
Call me Annie May
Why, cause I eat the cake

I'm the 16th letter
He don't know a bitch better
He whisper in my ear
He don't know a bitch wetter
But he only give me head
I don't want relations
Bundle up with these rack like a mother fucking sweater
He like to eat my cake for his favorite meal
He don't miss the clit
Cause he know the drill
Iont fuck with no pillow talking ass niggas
Keep shit discreet and keep yo lips sealed
Nigga trynna figure out how this pussy feel
Waiting in line for this cookie like I'm Mrs. Fields
Trynna see what it's like to fuck with the real
He could never be mine but he could pick a bill
Why you blowing up her line
Like nigga chill
I can tell you ain't never been p for real
I can tell you ain't never hit a freak for real
The way she throwing that ass
She ain't missed a meal

If I fuck please believe
That I caught that shit on tape
Said she she wanna fuck to music
So I let that Gucci play
Trap house 3
On repeat
While I fuck her face
Call me Annie May
Why, cause I eat the cake

If I fuck please believe
That I caught that shit on tape
Said she she wanna fuck to music
So I let that Gucci play
Trap house 3
On repeat
While I fuck her face
Call me Annie May
Why, cause I eat the cake

I eat the
I eat the
I eat the
I eat the cake
I eat the
I eat the
I eat the cake
I eat the
I eat the
I eat the cake
I eat the
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Credits
Writer(s): Tramel Payne, Kayla Talton
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