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pnv jay - cake lyrics

[hook: pnv jay]
i use to be stuck in my old ways
i’m just tryna cop me a wraith
to look at the stars in the sp-ce
i left my kids all over her face
i had to hop in my bag now
it’s crazy how these n-gg-s hate
and all of these n-gg-s is fake
i’m just tryna get to the cake
i use to be stuck in my old ways
i’m just tryna cop me a wraith
to look at the stars in the sp-ce
i left my kids all over her face
i had to hop in my bag now
it’s crazy how these n-gg-s hate
and all of these n-gg-s is fake
i’m just tryna get to the cake

[verse 1: nick blixky]
yo jay
i just be flexing on ‘em, blue hundreds is steady coming, don’t play
f-ck a lil opp n-gg-, we spot him the tech jumping (?) day
tell the opp n-gg-s for a fact the spliff punching too late
my n-gg- turning up, if you twirl you lit ‘cause we got treesh
man she be feeling to top me, f-ck she, ya she be calling me papi
i shoot ‘till it’s empty, i show in a renty, you jointing the opposite man down
lil n-gg-s envy me so money got plenty, your treesha wanna f-ck i’m the man now
open a checking b-tch, new wave just listen quick
the .40 is on me and she’s driving, we spot him wet him quick
open a checking b-tch, new wave just listen quick
the .40 is on me and she’s driving, we spot him wet him quick

[hook]
i use to be stuck in my old ways
i’m just tryna cop me a wraith
to look at the stars in the sp-ce
i left my kids all over her face
i had to hop in my bag now
it’s crazy how these n-gg-s hate
and all of these n-gg-s is fake
i’m just tryna get to the cake
i use to be stuck in my old ways
i’m just tryna cop me a wraith
to look at the stars in the sp-ce
i left my kids all over her face
i had to hop in my bag now
it’s crazy how these n-gg-s hate
and all of these n-gg-s is fake
i’m just tryna get to the cake

[verse 2: pnv jay]
i gotta get to the cheese now
n-gg-s talking to the d’s now
i told a b-tch get on her knees now
ap on freeze now
my n-gg-s trap out the trap house
run up on me ima back out
i gotta get to the bag now
she sucking me i’m blowing her back out
i’m with the choo’s and the blixky’s
dot on his head now he ricky
hop out with fn’s and 50s
i’m in a foreign f-ck a renty
my n-gg-s putting in pain now
if i like it i’m taking your chain now
you better stay in your lane now
you don’t twirl stop jacking the gang now
get (?), we f-ck up the stage now
getting money no minimum wage now
and it’s crazy how these n-gg-s hate now
i just bought a chopper to spray now
n-gg-s talking on net now
7 4 that’s the set now
we pull we making a mess now
them bullets will rip through your chest now

- pnv jay lyrics

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