Thing But when it bust, it'll paint your whole sweater dog I'm a track rat, looking for the cheddar dog Get a fine dime, so I can pull it out and let
Yo I'm thoed in the game, you can like it or not I won't stop bitch I'm hot, watch the stores sell out Yo I could take a dime rock, and work my way to
Towers (What) Y'all put his ass in a pine box (Yeah) Black suit black top with the matching socks (Matching socks) For playin with my damn cake (Cake
true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 2] Never mind stuntin, dime puffin
back, cake on the bed the size of the covers Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter That
fuking kill one of ya'll Awe, Ya'll already Know I got my hand on my hammer mind on my cake Cause I grind for the cake I do crimes for the cake I could
huh i wanna walk but i never talk uh huh and thats that i will never ratuh huh verse 1: blow the fuckin whistle im on my fuckin grizzle tryin to make a dolla out a dime
an ounce of paper Every convo is about a favour Had to get a mansion without the neighbours I aint meaning no bad shit When I say they don't have a dime
, everyday on the calendar Hit me up I can hammer ya, ya orders I can take em Got a sweet tooth for cake and pies well I make em I mix em up shake it
Every convo is about a favour Had to get a mansion without the neighbours I ain't meaning no bad shit When I say they don't have a dime And I ain't meaning
paper Every convo is about a favour Had to get a mansion without the neighbours I ain't meaning no bad shit When I say they don't have a dime And I ain
as well complain. now evertime i see a dime i ask myself if she is really the one, the one. or is she just another shortie with a fatty cake inside of
in the night time It really don't matter, we ball at the right time See me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzo's Smoking with my kin folk, with a tight dime
that I been digging for a minute She let me do my thang, when I'm crawling up in it hey We on the highway, top down breezy Super fine she a dime, nigga
hella cake it but uh That's how it is wit them fine freaks, if you got mo' money She gone mo you won't never keep no dime piece Hangin' be wonderin'
see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille Like females, cats is fake, I snap and break your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe Snatch the cake
(feat. Mississippi Mike, San Quinn) [Verse 1: San Quinn] Bust like a AK everybody make way Doin' this the ya way down to a lay way No cake, on a chase
media vuelta pa slotate por detra, por detra Como te gusta suavesito Mami hay que rico Dime si tu quiere Pegate un poquito (uuuu) Mami que tu quiere (uuuu) Dime