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seriious - pound cake (freestyle) lyrics

[intro: jimmy smith]
good god almighty. like back in the old days. you know, years ago they had the a&r men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether it’s disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. we had the champagne in the studio, of course, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. so we hope you enjoy listening to this alb-m half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. because we had a ball. only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow…

[verse : seriious]
wake up in the morning like d-mn!
thank god i’m the motherfuckin’ man
shit i’ve been through the average nigga wouldn’t understand
you’se a fan, not involved in this billion dollar plan nigga
only the brodies we like to clown nigga
dressed in all black hoodie, packed in a van
lookin’ for these fake niggas that’s trynna fuck up the bread
hit their block for their (dollar-dollar bills yall)
look, all about my dolla, holla at my [?]
my b-tch hot as the devil but she don’t fuck with prada
couple gold rings, couple gold chains
and the b-tch you stressin’ over that’s my old thang
coupe all blue, call it the cold flame
come through surrunded by b-tches feel like [?]
fuck rappin’ bout money i’m trynna see it
my brothers made it so i’m just trynna repeat it
i don’t want her i just call her want i need it
cause a b-tch gon’t be a b-tch, it just [?] how you treat it
cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
inland empire nigga that’s not a safe place
fast life you better move at a safe [?]
or fuck around and get knocked off track
hatin’ on the next nigga trynna pop off that
until that nigga come through and take your top off
champagne cause everynight is like a celebration
you callin’ workin’ to hard, i call it dedication
yeah i’m dedicated, sick [?] so i stay medicaded
nigga i mean hella faded
takin’ shots fot the ones locked down
screaming free all of my niggas with the [?] top down
yeah, i’m like “who hot now?”
bl–dy rag on my head i feel like 2pac aah
(cash rules everything around me)
west!

[outro]
cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y’all
cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y’all

- seriious lyrics

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