Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

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'

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

The medicine go down Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down In a most delightful way And ev'ry task you undertake Becomes a piece of cake A lark! a spree! it's very clear to see that That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down A

Gon' make me broke The way you make that tushy roll No I ain't wearin' no cape baby Way you make that tushy roll Betty Crocker, got the cakes baby Come serve it up for me though But tonight I'm your hero (I know, I know) Say she wanna get up Want a nigga

I'm gonna love while I still got the time Thirty nine candles burnt out on a cake Each representing a million mistakes The last one still burns, there's a wish I can make This time I'm getting it right So I close my eyes and I take a deep breath And I

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

In a dream yeah, thinking bout codeine yeah Chop it like I'm in the matrix (Ay) Balmain pocket extra cake (Ay) Have you ever made a million dollars with your talent (Have you) Have you ever fucked a bitch ass so fat lose your balance (Have you) All these

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

I wasted away again in Margaritaville Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing