lirik lagu iamozilla – fuck the cake
[verse 1: yung red]
yeah you know what i’m cookin’ baby
poppin’ opes in the trap get a n-gga ready
high times and high rhymes what’s shookin’ baby
pushin’ dope on the corner tryna make it steady
got straps and blunts rolled to start a mission
go ahead b-tch try somethin’ you’ll wind up missin’
three pops in your head, that get a p-ssy listenin’
leave ’em down on the corner with a death sentence
(death sentence)
[verse 2: st–zy]
we don’t take just one xan that’s prescription
before you meet us read the description
droppin’ lucy in the night tryna get a vision (vision)
rollin’ up a blunt, dunk in the lean
got your b-tch with us
she part of the team and she smokin’ on the green
but the sad sh-t this is so venomous
this life we livin’ is so blasphemous
but i don’t wanna die with some life left by my side
so we gonna commit a homicide (gonna commit a homicide)
[verse 3: hemp alpha]
k!llin’ this rap like a mother f-ckin’ murderer
n-ggas gettin’ strapped
hittin’ blunts that are circular
sellin’ dime bags just to get some f-ckin’ food to her
payin’ bills that don’t even f-ckin’ matter
smokin’ weed and a lot of f-ckin’ shatter
no jailbait
let’s talk about somethin’ that f-ckin’ matters
[verse 4: wise rome]
school busses, xannies, you know we get that sh-t
got nothin’ wearin’ but a couple f-ckin’ sticks
got a couple l’s rolled up to smoke
got a couple little b-tches commin’ over cause they hoes
they wanna suck a d-ck, wanna get some rich sh-t
wanna get some free sh-t, cause i hook it up, yea
know i been rappin’, i been trappin’
making money make it happen
(making money make it happen)
[verse 5: st–zy]
parachutin’ some fruit roll-ups
icy life st–zy poppin’ roxies, stay gettin’ sleepy
lsd trips like commin’ home
ridin’ it to the moon, you already know
this sh-t won’t even blow up (blow up)
wash my life away
takin’ more shots than sandy hook
make today the day, seize it all
if i jump, let me fall, let me fall
(the man asks to fall, so let him fall)
[verse 6: wise rome]
so people always ask me how i get this f-ckin’ money
making so much gains like i’m f-ckin’ money launderin’
other day my story was in f-ckin’ paris
now i’m in cali, chillin’ with some terrorists
you know
while i’m f-ckin’ at it, f-ckin’ f-ck larry (who’s larry)
f-ck all these f-ckin’ people
ridin’ round starin’
f-ck the social judgement
f-ck the social justice
we’re just f-ckin’ savage only care about the hustlin’
and while i’m at it, f-ck the cake
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