Lyrics Cake - SpiceGurlPurp

These hoes talkin' to me I don't listen
I don't fuck with fake bitches like the Simpsons
Bitch I got the juice you sinkin' while I'm swimmin'
Rockstar lifestyle on these bitches like the Simmons
Watch me whip it up, Iced Out now he cook it up
Got the drugs on us, all my bitches pour it up
Got the gas in the blunt I'm never stressin'
Fuck school I don't wanna learn no lesson

Got the drugs up in my hand, I can't even stand
Bitches geekin' off the xan, I treat 'em like a fan
I'm in the kitchen whippin', cookin', like it's my religion
These bitches itchin', wanna be me cus I got the vision
I don't really like a hoe that follow me around
Don't pass that shit you puffin', it dont make a sound
You bitches fakin', wanna be me, you don't know your place
Backwoods to the face, I tell 'em give me space
Voodoo child, but I'm puffin' on that purple haze
All these bitches hate 'cause I'm whippin' up the cake
SpiceGurl so fresh from head to toe
I bring the fire to the kitchen like the stove
All black, sippin' purple like I'm Raven
Smokin' gas to the face I'm at my station
Sippin' lean I need a break I need vacation
Mask on you can't kill me like I'm Jason
You can't kill me bitch 'cause I'm already dead
Eyes red stayin' low duckin' feds
If you fakin' drop dead like Fred
Life short nails long like death
You ain't very rare you can get replaced quick
I be doin' all the things you still debatin'
I'm the wicked witch, I'm lurkin' in yo basement
Doin' spells, castin' curses like I'm Satan
So much water in my cup I wanna drown
Bitch I'm lost, backwoods I can't be found
High as fuck, but I'm lurkin' underground
I'm rollin up a blunt and then I'm outta town
I made the wave that you surf you so hurt
I'm so geeked up I'm so crazy you a nerd
You don't like my music now you wanna work
Yo bitch came in third but I just came in first

These hoes talkin' to me I don't listen
I don't fuck with fake bitches like the Simpsons
Bitch I got the juice you sinkin' while I'm swimmin'
Rockstar lifestyle on these bitches like the Simmons
Watch me whip it up, Iced Out now he cook it up
Got the drugs on us, all my bitches pour it up
Got the gas in the blunt I'm never stressin'
Fuck school I don't wanna learn no lesson