Jay - Cake (Remix) ft. Poly Citrus and Jay lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Papi] Go to sleep, yeah I'm dreaming I'm with you, yeah we teaming Yeah I see you in my dreams See that a** in them white jeans See that cake, eat it up In the oven, heat it up Cake so sweet, gave me diabetes But I'm working out, eating Wheaties Glock in my rari, I ain't talking about Ferrari Got a Glock in my lion rari that's a [?] n***a I just wake and bake I wake up and eat that cake Cake so big, can't get up b**h I go to school, I'm late See a fine b**h, I look down but see no cake though Got some nice titties, but no a**, that's a fake hoe Cake on my mind, but she give that p**y up Ain't going complain, I just eat that p**y up Eat that p**y up, yeah, beat that p**y up, yeah b**h ain't got no cake, so I eat that p**y up, yeah b**h ain't got no cake, so I move on to the next one Got so many b**hes, all I got to do is text one Met a b**h said she knew me Blew a candle, then she blew me Beat my meat, stole this beat b**h I hope that they don't sue me Ugly b**h with the cake f**ed her next to the lake f**ed her b**h, I admit it, wasn't bad, yeah I hit it [Verse 2: Poly Citrus] Go to sleep, man you tired I be cooking, cooking 3:15 in the kitchen homie Baking cookies homie Baking n***as homie I just f**ed my teacher and she still failed me homie No disrespect to ugly b**hes though South side, I f**ed my sister though Ten piece on them titties hoe Gravy down the booty, we don't take it slow Before I go to sleep, I always beat my meat And that's a s** song Before I wake, I bake and cry That's a love song I ain't gay, but sh** I might be That's a real song Girl you know I cum on your face Take it in the a**, for some timbs Wait what? Wait what? Wait what? Take it in the a** for some timbs [Hook: Jay] b**h you know I get the cake, yeah Your b**h wetter than a lake, yeah So much cake I'm obese, yeah She want some balls, I'll throw these, yeah And I flip you like a tortilla, yeah So you know I'm from the villa, yeah Keep my Glock, on my d-block, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Jay] Three-Fifteen in the kitchen Cooking all these f**ing b**hes Smacking all these f**ing snitches Counting all my f**ing riches She like dick though, let her eat hoe p**y n***as on my dick, that's like zero And she sipping on Ciroq, she my hero But I'm sipping dirty lean by the pint though I don't care though, I'm a pimp though Hella cake in my face, could've sworn it was my birthday No way, Jose, I'ma make you think about the things that hoes say, no way, nah Let me get it like this Seen a girl with brown eyes and thick thighs Told her that I loved her, she saw through my lies I just wanna f** her, hit it from the back While my homie gets some top And another one records When I bust up on her face I don't care about the race I just really like them thick They can always get the dick All these b**hes, man then meant for bussin And I like them mixed like my Robitussin So when you see a b**h, tell her get to bussin Cause when she s** my dick, man Man, man, yeah I get to busting