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Living Gud, Eating Gud

Cakes Da Killa

Hunger Pangs

18.06.2014

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(Verse 1) New day in a new in a place Soaking up new sun rays I know niggas be gagging when my clique be out at Westway Keep a thick frame and a fresh face Faggots mad cause I make bank If I’m on the block or out of state They want this in the Worst way Couldn’t top this on my worst day These niggas be so thirsty I’m serving up holy water for niggas tryna murk me Bitches be so ridiculous Steady tryna hearse me Sounding like my old shit Might need to reimburse me Old niggas pushing 30 I’m coming through with 30 Faggots on the come up and we all some 730s I could whip it and dip it and flip it extra early Grinding and dinning copping my bundles extra curly My mouth like Trina Swallowing kids no FEMA I mix it up Eureka Finishing niggas no ether Keep it low like caesars While you throw shots from the bleachers While you hating on killa I’m charging stacks just for features Doing what I want to What the fuck you gon do This super Saiyan kung fu hit niggas with that 1 2 Check your lipstick before you think to come and ki with me Doubt your 9 to 5 would qualify You couldn’t eat with me A bad bitch a pop shit counting millions Got me feeling quiche chandeliers on every ceiling Designer flatware Imported fruits is what I’m peeling Bitch I’m doing me could give a fuck bout how you feeling (Hook) I mean I’m living good Eating good Why these niggas mad for (hmmmmm) What the fuck they mad for I’m looking right, pussy tight So what the fuck y’all mad for (haaaaaaa) Why the fuck y’all mad for (Verse 2) Wait All this money got me looking right So now this nigga tryna stay the night I’m on the book in custom looks I get them half price Doing favors for neighbors don’t gotta ask twice Kickstarter artist I make moves for self Could never book a fucking gig but tryna clock my wealth I mean I was in the DL With niggas on the DL I had to throw told papi strap up his seatbelt Never, ever heard no shit like me Bitch I’m on diet but I’m still gon eat Promoters booking flights I’m out in Paris for a week See me doing moves like a nigga on the creep But catch me Kikiing in multi-million dollar mansions Posh living with hood niggas in the Hamptons Young Anna munching these bamas for they pension Deep conditions and wash and sets but did I mention Groupies want the best of me Keep sexy niggas next to me I’m constantly chiefing up witches brew from family recipes I can do this for days Watch yourself when you caressing me Posted with a leather daddies tryna get the bear necessities No matter which way you spit it Most of y’all niggas is gimmicks I’m like a lyrical menace Just so we clear on the difference Pushing shit with no limit Delivery is exquisite 16s so terrific just so you get how I get it Alright Fuck your tracks I’m acting bouji in Saks No need to Watch my back cause you can't touch that rack Nah nah nah When I do it they like it just like that I put out the Eulogy and said I’d be right back Catch me Kikiing in multi-million dollar mansions Posh living with hood niggas in the Hamptons Young Anna munching these bamas for they pensions Mani pedi and wash and sets but did I mention
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