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Blowin Cake (What It Is Flow) Lyrics
Winter spring fall ya’ll
Summer time I don’t mind
I’ve been work’in hard dog
Best believe it’s going down
Hustle for a nice pay love it in the worse way
I’ve been blowin cake and it aint even on my birth day
Winter spring fall ya’ll
Summer time I don’t mind
Im’a holla back homey don’tcha see this bird fly
Go’in onto first-plate still runn’in I’m strait
I’ve been blowin cake and it aint even on my birth day
In love with my hard top but I got’s me anoth’a woman
It thuggarodg’a told ta drop you know the summ’a com’in
Mazarada keep it rum
I don’t need a passang’a
I can hear the himmy hummen
That must be the challenge’a
Navy ove’a lavand’a
Buck skin, real neat, top-fall, sit-tall
Feel’in like the theater seats
Green gut, pretty feet, brawl guy’s, chrome teeth
Winter spring fall ya’ll I can’t get enough sleep
Hungr’a man trine’ eat, all night still pump’in
Go get the black off Grays-fur n call it Tim-Dunkin
Cost me a hundred somethin every than so exclusive
Twenty fowe’s on it com’in through look’in stupid
Don Ke baby it’s all good pleasures mine
Cause I got homeys in the pin doing real time
I’m work’in hard dog best believe it’s going down
And please forgive me if I’m smell’in like a whole pound
Winter spring fall ya’ll
Summer time I don’t mind
I’ve been work’in hard dog
Best believe it’s going down
Hustle for a nice pay love it in the worse way
I’ve been blowin cake and it aint even on my birth day
Winter spring fall ya’ll
Summer time I don’t mind
Im’a holla back homey don’tcha see this bird fly
Go’in onto first-plate still runn’in I’m strait
I’ve been blowin cake and it aint even on my birth day
January, February, I be tipp’in fly
March’in April up to May ridd’in June and July
I see august in the sky and September in my eye
Its October and November have a slice of Christmas pie
But I’m just that type of guy
Took ‘a ribb’in on ‘a man light then square an drop the top
Do it at the same time
Never had a lame rhyme
Fuck these hate‘s talk‘in bout
Runn’in through tis cake nigga watch me blow the candles out
I be on some thug shit hustle up a hundrad ways
I be on some hood shit Cadillac’s and Cheverly’s
Hydroponic drow-sack, rubber band dow stat
Done it on ‘a radio just turn it up and flow back
Catch me in the green jag leather seats pape’a ba-ck
I be on a mission nigga operation check-cash
Twenty-six inches I’m too big fo’ the school zone
I’m about to change lanes and get my Borack on
Winter spring fall ya’ll
Summer time I don’t mind
I’ve been work’in hard dog
Best believe it’s going down
Hustle for a nice pay love it in the worse way
I’ve been blowin cake and it aint even on my birth day
Winter spring fall ya’ll
Summer time I don’t mind
Im’a holla back homey don’tcha see this bird fly
Go’in onto first-plate still runn’in I’m strait
I’ve been blowin cake and it aint even on my birth day