Cake Lyrics - Bun B

Hold up 

Smoke something, bitch 

With Tray Martin, know what I'm talkin bout? 

Yea, know what I'm talkin bout? 

I'm joy, we talkin bout hey man 

Do thighs come with that shake? 

Do green guys come with them thighs 

Shit! pimpin, Tommy loose, OC 

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors 

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper 

Them thighs come with that shake 

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake 

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Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, they run right round 

You know that C Pimp close and Bun not done 

I be at it and on it 

Don't start no fetic, 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 yo 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 because they jazzy and they carefree they gon talk me out my pay 

Get your paper, see my game is just a little bit tighter 

Pay for pussy, that's alright 

I grab the smoke so pass the lighter 

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Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors 

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper 

Them thighs come with that shake 

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake 

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Mane you know I get the first night, get em like the first date 

But I got a question for you 

Them thighs come with that shake? 

You want papato sea food 

Well you gon have to eat boo 

Only in my front car you gon be a porn star 

I know what's going through your head 

If I get em like ahead 

I might get a slice of bread for just a minute 

I get cash in duffle bags, 'cause I don't see the cake 

Let em ride, get em high as I pay for cake 

Drop it then I gotta go 

Like Pimp I'm on that purple flow 

Mid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flow 

Round town, a bad chick, she's tryna track me down 

Zoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the bake 

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors 

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper 

Them thighs come with that shake 

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake 

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Shit, now all the trickin you should stop it 

Money been the topic 

While she digging in yo pockets I be pluggin on her socket 

All off in yo crib, feet up on yo shit 

Instead of breakin off a hoe you out here lovin a bitch 

When I give this pimpin bitch steel toe 

Bring yo hoe 

The type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could be for 

Live for, all off in yo big fold to make her heavy 

She shake you off, I break it off cuz you bring it back to daddy 

Don't be mad at me 

Cuz yo hoe done chose 

I was out here on the stroll 

She got down like she's supposed 

I put on some clothes 

As a baby's on her mama 

'Cus thighs come with that shake and green on the side 

Boss get cash money, smoke them vapors 

Don't chase the cake, chase the paper 

Them thighs come with that shake 

Bitch in yo mind, hoe I got cake