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"Cake"
[feat. Big K.R.I.T., Pimp C & Lil Boosie]


[Intro:]
Hold up
Smoke something, bitch
My trademark, know what I'm talkin bout?
Yea, know what I'm talkin bout?
Uncle Joey was talkin' bout
Hey man, do fries come with that shake?
Do green guys come with them thighs
Shit, pimpin', Tommy loose, OC

[Hook x2: Pimp C]
Boss get cash money, smokin' the vapors
Don't chase the cake, chase the paper
Them thighs come with that shake
Bitch in yo mind, ho I got cake

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, and Run rock rhymes
You know that C Pimp hoes and Bun knock dimes
I be at it and on it, don't start no static, I want it
When I want it I get it, so get to hoppin' up on it
Ain't no stopping, no frontin, this certified and official
When I see you lickin your lips, you wanna blow on my whistle
But I got that harmonica, you can play it like Stevie
They say that pimpin ain't easy, man it is if you be me
I see a new one every day, and they think that
Cause they jazzy and they carefree they gon' talk me out my pay
See, you tight, but see my game is just a little bit tighter
Pay for pussy, that's alright, I grab the smoke so pass the lighter

[Hook x2: Pimp C]

[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
Mane you know I hit the first night, get 'em right the first date
But I got a question for yah, them thighs come with that shake?
You want Pappadeaux seafood, well you gon have to eat boo
Won't be in my foreign car, you gon' be a porn star
I know what's going through your head, If I get 'em right with head
I might get a slice of bread for just a minute
I get cash in duffle bags, I don't chase the cake
Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake
Sorry, girl, I gotta go, like Pimp I'm on that purple dro
Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow
Round town, a bad chicks tryna flag me down
Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the paper

[Hook x2: Pimp C]

[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shit, now all the trickin', you should stop it, money been the topic
While she digging in your pockets I be pluggin on her socket
All off in your crib, feet up on your shit
Instead of breakin' off a ho, you out here lovin' a bitch
When I get this pimpin' biz, steel toe, [?]
The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could bill for
Live for, all off in your billfold to make her happy
She shake you off, I break her off cause she bring it back to daddy
Don't be mad at me, cause your ho done chose
I was out here on the stroll, she got down like she's supposed
I put her on some golds, and some vapors on her mind
Cause thighs come with that shake and green on the side

[Hook x2: Pimp C]

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