Bake a cake, smoke a face, half-baked, want the face Do no date, diamond water, like an ocean, like a lake Chop it, up, off the plate, how long do it take? Weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight, weight I got R&B singers, I got R&B singers Why

I hate love songs (I hate love songs) Yeah, I really do (I really do) But I love you I hate Shakespeare and Gosling and cakes with white frosting Two names in a heart-shaped tattoo I think cupid is stupid and violets are purple not blue I hate catching

Give you something good to celebrate I'll give you a taste Make it like your birthday everyday I know you like it sweet So you can have your cake Boy when you're with me So make a wish I'll make it like your birthday everyday I'll be your gift

One man's trophy is another's mistake One man's poison is another man's cake One man's drama is another man's dream One man's torture is another man's treat I'm another man's cake I can thank you for Yeah, I'm another man's cake For believing I was

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find

I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man berserk Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wi-zerk How do you console my mom or give her light support

Girl you know I,I,I, girl you know I,I,I Birthday sex Birthday sex oh oh oh oh I been fiending Wake up in the late night Been dreaming about your loving, girl Don't need candles or cake Just need your body to make you (It's the best day of the year girl)

Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all "Good God Almighty, like back in the old days You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play How to play it and you know whether it's disco and rock But

Kiss on my, all over my You know you wanna get a peak wanna see my, You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are, Kiss on my, all over my, All the boys think its cake when they taste my, You don't even need a plate, just your face ha! Licky licky

I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou Sniper Gang Eh, I like this lil'