A Minute With Cakes

Now I’m in a K-hole
Do you, do you know what a brain fart smells like?
That’s, that’s what I always think sometimes
Like what the fuck does a brain fart smell like?
I don’t know
Bad bitch in a Pontiac
These couldn’t picture that
The way I’m feelin' got me so cunt
All these bitches want all that
All these bitches want all the stunt
dripped, ministral (Uh)
All these bitches are coincidal (Uh)
When I feel it it’s so blunt (Blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt)
And missy beez up on no G-shit
I mean it’s just how I see shit
Yo, you a gay rap, prefix?
Yo, gimme the loot, gimme the loot
I’m just a blondie
No Gwen Stefani
You want my body?
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Miss Smith
Miss Carter
And the Barmer
Give me the truth, gimme the truth
I want the proof I want the proof
You say you all that bitch, where’s the loot?
I’m just catty and effeminate
Hard like syphilis
Bitches looking all ridiculous
Gimme my juice gimme my juice
I’m like a baby on the nightstand
These bitches fucking like my last man
I want the proof I want the proof
You say you all that bitch, where’s the loot?