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wuntayk timmy – cake lyrics

[intro: bryson tiller]
god tiller
hahaha
aw man that was one of my lazier ones i said
this sh-t sound like uh 2017 darth vader theme song or some sh-t, i don’t know
sh-t..

[verse 1: bryson tiller]
oh my god i’m poppin’
tiller done got it poppin’
n-gg-s is down talkin’, i guess they ran outta options, yeah
like a lost wallet, they outta pocket
don’t get me started ey
that’s when a n-gg- go hardest
flow get so chaotic
lambo look good top less
dashboard, it’s electronic
cali say i’m iconic
n-gg- you ain’t know none ’bout it
need 20 millions dollars profit
wifey like to go and shopping
god d-mn gringo n-gg-
tiller got cheat codes n-gg-
talk to me though n-gg- better lose your motherf-cking ego n-gg-
i’m married to the beat though n-gg-
need a tuxedo n-gg-
the info come to the summer all year
your mcm just pulled up to the fountain blue stuntin’ in the rental car yeah
your mcm just over drafted on the motherf-cking rapper card yeah
god tiller i’m raptard yeah
i want this car, that car yeah
deaf, deaf to the bullsh-t, n-gg- i’m deaf
i made a lotta money when i started being true to myself
a n-gg- couldn’t make me me i had to do it myself
so that’s why i hate when i n-gg- tell me they could use my help
shout my n-gg-s in louisville still
all i ever hear “shoot, k!ll k!ll”
ridin’ through the city, through the ill will
that struggle, i made it through that struggle
my vision tunnel, i want that cake, that funnel

[hook: bryson tiller]
yeah i just want the cake n-gg-
that funnel cake n-gg-
i just want the cake n-gg-
that funnel cake n-gg-

[verse 2: wuntayk timmy]
stay down [?]
then they all off topic
can’t put me in no box
man i can’t f-ck with no options
i buy mine no option
i can’t still get no props
n-gg-s wanna photo op
i just wanna photo drop
wake up, straight to the money as soon as i awake
that’s what i do on my day
don’t worry what i do on my case
i’m feelin’ like bomaye
they lookin’ for a god, but i still got god
so i think i might do it my way
when i pull up i look like i race
yeah, the outside say what i do, and the inside do what i say
this time you and i say
i know that i seen you lurk
i ain’t beggin’ for a d-mn thing, now who gon’ need who first?
pull up and i skrt
rap like [?] no [?]
i got that 5 that layoff
we got that work in a layoff
put in that work then it payoff
i know my worth when it payoff
shout out to the n-gg-s don’t payoff, let him keep shootin’ that way off
i really can’t take no breaks
young one take gon’ take off
young tilla gon’ take off

[outro: wuntayk timmy & bryson tiller]
clique clan
god tiller

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