Bun B - Cake Lyrics
(Intro)Hold upSmoke something, *****With Tray Martin, know what I’m talkin bout?Yea, know what I’m talkin bout?I’m joy, we talkin bout hey manDo thighs come with that shake?Do green guys come with them thighsShit! pimpin, Tommy loose, OC(Hook x2)Boss get cash money, smoke them vaporsDon’t chase the cake, chase the paperThem thighs come with that shake***** in yo mind, hoe I got cake(Verse)Well Peter Piper, Pete Kepers, they run right roundYou know that C Pimp close and Bun not doneI be at it and on itDon’t start no fetic, I want itWhen I want it I get itSo get to hoppin up on itAin’t no stopping, no frontinThis certified and officialWhen I see you lickin yo lips you wanna blow on my whistleBut I got that harmonica, you can play it like StevieThey say that pimpin ain’t easyMan it is if you be meI see a new one every dayAnd they think because they jazzy and they carefree they gon talk me out my payGet your paper, see my game is just a little bit tighterPay for *****, that’s alrightI grab the smoke so pass the lighter(Hook x2)Boss get cash money, smoke them vaporsDon’t chase the cake, chase the paperThem thighs come with that shake***** in yo mind, hoe I got cake(Verse)Mane you know I get the first night, get em like the first dateBut I got a question for youThem thighs come with that shake?You want papato sea foodWell you gon have to eat booOnly in my front car you gon be a porn starI know what’s going through your headIf I get em like aheadI might get a slice of bread for just a minuteI get cash in duffle bags, ‘cause I don’t see the cakeLet em ride, get em high as I pay for cakeDrop it then I gotta goLike Pimp I’m on that purple flowMid-west, 30 a show, yea I hustle and flowRound town, a bad chick, she’s tryna track me downZoom zoom, see ya later, I gotta get the bake(Hook x2)Boss get cash money, smoke them vaporsDon’t chase the cake, chase the paperThem thighs come with that shake***** in yo mind, hoe I got cake(Verse)Shit, now all the trickin you should stop itMoney been the topicWhile she digging in yo pockets I be pluggin on her socketAll off in yo crib, feet up on yo shitInstead of breakin off a hoe you out here lovin a *****When I give this pimpin ***** steel toeBring yo hoeThe type of dick that run a chick some shit that she could be forLive for, all off in yo big fold to make her heavyShe shake you off, I break it off cuz you bring it back to daddyDon’t be mad at meCuz yo hoe done choseI was out here on the strollShe got down like she’s supposedI put on some clothesAs a baby’s on her mama‘Cus thighs come with that shake and green on the side(Hook x2)Boss get cash money, smoke them vaporsDon’t chase the cake, chase the paperThem thighs come with that shake***** in yo mind, hoe I got cake
