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suck fm - cake donuts lyrics

[verse 1]
let me grab the mic real quick
got some sh-t in my head that i gotta spit
just gotta wait for the clique
like a trigger with an empty clip
ask the dopeman for another hit
roll the spliff and split
they just hit another lick, they blat ’em
caught that n-gg- lacking with the magnum
the scene throw a n-gg- to the chasm
mental spin into the madness
now i know i have to pack it
life ends with a quickness and i’m tryna p-ss it
a hypocrite, a misfit
never thought i’d be a part of this sh-t
gentrification’s the real b-tch
run down profits so you can sell it
cottonheads thinkin’ they untouchable
but really just unlovable
acting like i won’t spray
don’t give a f-ck about what you gotta say
i leave you b-tches on display
lead cases on the ground with you splayed

don’t give a f-ck about what you gotta say
don’t give a f-ck about what you gotta say
don’t give a f-ck about what you gotta say

[verse 2]
vapes told me don’t be a statistic
five deep in … for a key we missed it
this beat so wavy man it might be seasick
oh it’s oj and the homie collegiate
the vessels in my hand cause i wrote that sh-t
n-gg-s still playing games but i sold that sh-t
and you can’t roll with lames cause they fold too quick
and the feds in my lanes but i froze the drip
shot … but i hurt my wrist
pimp with flow turn a n-gg- to crisp
he takin’ bad shots but his eyes on the b-tch
and i keep a mean mug you can call me the grinch
she like chocolate n-gg-s, i don’t mean reese’s
pen to the pad she said write me a thesis
these thirsty -ss hoes, b-tch you smell like fishsticks
pull up to donut king and i’m ordering biscuits
coughing out the pain you can call me a medic
funded gramps 1k ’cause i trust his credit
took it straight to the dealer and you know he bet it
country roads and cottonheads just to match the aesthetic

three n-gg-s and we in the back
talkin’ down on the sub then we go attack
shooters out duckin’ n-gg-s go “quack quack”
cake donuts and coffee on the f-ckin’ track

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