Raz Fresco - Cakey текст песни

Текст песни Cakey - Raz Fresco



Cakey pockets
Fresco
Cakey Pockets young menace rebel without a weakness
Life a beach im the wave, been iller then yall before a fetis
Sub atomic creature, bitches and bitch niggas they leeches
Treat 'em even you tell 'em you need 'em I tell 'em I need 'em
To be leaving demonstrate the killer flow to non believers
Now they not breathing. Your ho' scotched taped to my penis
Rock bape 'n retro sneakers blow speakers
Natural born leader but I'd rather lead
Myself to the wealth and the green shit,
High off these trees pickin Georgia peaches Fruits of my labour
But I ain't eatin' 'em I'm d'n 'em
Like it's 4th quarter quarter back,
Toss the quarter sack to my homie tell em roll sumin'
Pronto, we dream lavish and grind savage,
Them young savages 40 point averages
Try and challenges us we fry challengers
Serve em wit the fried chicken dip 'em in
That death syrup wack rapper carrer kiler
Teacher said I could be governor but fuck they
Political ideologies
Rather be a champagne guzzler
You a customer need repellant you buggin the hustlers,
How're you broke in 2012 so many opportunities in front of us,
I tell my niggas lets get it
You dont wanna be apart of that system
You don't wanna-be snitching,
Wind up witcha arteries missin'
Messin' with the wrong crowd, firearm sounds
Tryna be something that you not, fronting like you hot
'Til them niggas run up in ya spot, take what you got
Ain't no breaks can't stop 'cause they eye'n
I'm rolling up weed good shit yea the finest
My nigga I met in middle school he supplied us
But he sell that white shit now he tryna stack his bread higher,
Cherry popper,
No cuffin my niggas swappin playin San
Andreas bakers club cake shit many layers
The commission tryna prepare me for
Greatness but they can't prepare me for myself
I'm heavy you're weightless,
Pants saggin, feelin' myself
Brandish the logo on the belt
Let the hoes know its a fly nigga they're talkin' to,
No one else on my level, if we talking my age fuck it so pointless,
We dont compare scooters to rolls royces,
Way they break they neck swear these hoes jointless,
Never jointless I'm blunted
You lying to yourself if you say that you dont love this
Bakers club bitch,
Can't say it enough
Diddy puff,
The weed smoke in my lungs girls holdin my arms, like im buff
On a beat like this, I can't lose and I made it so that's times 2
Sittin' at the top of the table murder all of these rappers,
I'm ready and able it's not a fable me and my niggas
Passin fat joints, look like hot potato from far away
In my penny hardaways,
Pick up ya phone call it quits, bitch, its, Razzy Fresco,
Daddy Fresco who got snaps on the petro,
Uh, make these niggas shiver
Talk shit but they whisper
Slip in they misses like a splinter I'm
Splinter you niggas is turtles thats not ninja's,
Hurdles that's not inches off the floor... love smashing them broads
But you know that I love my niggas more
And you know the code, homies over uhh
Homies over what? I dont even gotta say
Whats understood shouldn't have to be explained
Shoutout To my nigga p. b-l-a-c... 2 k's (UH)
Bumpin 3k (UH) countin 4k (UH)
And shoutout my nigga dj holiday
Nigga stay workin' but he call himself holiday
That don't make no sense, guess it make dollars
Bakers club. commission shit. nigga holla




Raz Fresco - Cakey Pocket$
Альбом Cakey Pocket$
дата релиза
05-12-2012




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