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sky santana - bakery lyrics

(intro):
ya know
i just find it funny how
these n-gg-s could talk all that sh-t about me online
talk about my kids my family
do all that dirty sh-t behind the scenes
but when i speak up it’s a f-ckin problem

(chorus):
it’s like-like i’m-like i’m workin in a bakery
(aw)
these n-gg-s soft like cookies sweet and sugary
(aw)
i tried to hold my mouth but ain’t no fake in me
(aw)
they used up all my clout there’s no replacin me

it’s like,like i’m like i’m workin in a bakery
(aw)
these n-gg-s soft like cookies sweet and sugary
(aw)
i tried to hold my mouth but ain’t no fake in me
(aw)
they used up all my clout there’s no replacin me
(awwwww)

(verse):
gave it bout 6 months so whussup (so whussup n-gg-?)
seat still warm, like i never got up (i wonder why)
threw ya 2 cents in, when sh-t don’t add up
hol’ up, let me ask yo backup
hey back up b-tch
throw a stack up b-tch
known to keep a back up, snack up b-tch
whussup?
say you gone run ya mouth, or run it up?
cause see you talking bout my kids like you on drugs
that’ll get you touched, lil b-tch
back to ken, no doll
you told me to call
you seemed taken back and appalled
said you had some problems
you needed resolved
so i got confused when miss snackery got involved
prolly ur plan all along
seemed you got mad at the song
f-ck it, who cares
you know what you did
i knew you were fraud
thought atleast you’d have some b-lls lil n-gg-
but then again maybe not
think back to when i was hot and on top
when i called you out on the spot
you dodged them questions like you was ducking a shot
love when b-tches try to humble me
i sting back like a b-mblebee
all i want for xmas is the same energy
when you infront of me
call yourself an enemy
but you feel like kin to me
the way you check for me
you twist ya neck for me
hahaha
oh my god, i should be thanking you
stead of lyrically spanking you
using your name for views
let me stop, cause you know these b-tches love to sue
let me stop hahaha, for they end up on the news

(outro):
real life, it ain’t no mirage
had to pay you your homage
you just got bodied, no m-ssage
give it up for mamas garage (x2)

- sky santana lyrics

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