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shaker the baker - throwing knife lyrics

[verse]
baker, i’ve been getting it from day one
and i’ve gotta keep that credit level a1
when you eat bread you better save crumbs
and you better keep lead for when the rain comes
these nitties better stay numb
cause if i don’t get lizzy i’ma take some
i ain’t gotta pay dons to spray guns on pagans
but trust me if i did you’d be dead before the day’s done
i let the slayerman beats pump
in a jeep, doing fifty over speed bumps
with your baby mum, giving her what she wants
double bed, beat once, fell asleep crunk
wake up, eat lunch
them man there eat rocks, i just eat rump
heading to the farm, it’s like i’m tryna see skunks
buddha cheese, leaf blunts
bit of beef, no mutton
gloves on, tryna roll suttin
when it’s on top, fam it’s so sudden
get the ting, pump it up like joe budden
pump it up, pump it up like joe budden
it’s so bait, the ting’s longer than my coke cousin
but if you try and pull stunts you can hold suttin
you know i’ve got that small snubbing when i go clubbing
you know i’ve got that full suttin and it’s so russian
bare firepower in the car that i roll up in
hopping out, let me get the high roads buzzing
stepping in first, round five, man’s bussing
start with a light load, i know cousin
i’ve got the stones fluttered in the white gold suttin
hands off like you stole suttin
i get the grams off, you ain’t sold nothing
when i was getting white girls you were being g+y
i trapped in college, never got ema
leaving early, i was tryna sell a ki a day
i even run away selling mdma
my ends be the place where the skeng beat away
buss on sight, my goons just see and spray
don’t make me make shh empty the k
they say revenge is sweet, let all of my t++th decay
i’ve been raging, my blood’s been boiling
and i just gave all the slugs an oiling
more time raving in the club’s annoying
cause i’ve gotta get them snub nose toys in
i dread getting locked on a rasta boy ting
but my life’s suttin that i can’t trust a boy with
posted up shining, you boys annoyed with
and i’m on some destroy ting, i’m drunk off poison
but f+ck all of that, i’m pushing in the streets
money in my back pocket cushioning my seat
life’s ugly in the trap but it’s cushty on the beach
so i’m bout to fly out and i ain’t booking it for cheap
straight cash from the packs that i’m pushing on the street
money in my back pocket cushioning my seat
life’s ugly in the trap but it’s cushty on the beach
so i’m bout to fly out and i ain’t booking it for cheap

- shaker the baker lyrics

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