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caking - ygg lyrics

[intro: saint]
yo, 2017, yeah? to the world and back
sididididaint-d-daint-d-daint
sididididaint-d-daint-d-daint-daint-daint

[verse 1: saint]
oh, oh, sidi or saint
2017 and it’s still about cake
tryna really get paid, had my belly on red
so i was north of the west frontline dishing out hayes
difficult days, tryna make my name spread
doing features, giving out eighths
oh yeah, sidi got game
gyal are like “saint? that’s a brilliant name”
i just give her w-lly in face
and i ghostwrite off like mik
see what i mean? i paint pics like william blake
ride for mine like lily and james
flow wiz like sirius black
back from my mission, samurai sididaint jack on the case
this time round, no delays
gyal want me round theirs, i figured about eight
now i’ve got gyal on my case ’cause i hit her back late
gyal want me for their man, i told them “behave”
take gyal from their man and led kittens astray
pepper on tunes like the bit on my steak
chef, i need to eat, come fill up my plate
i’m in and out safely, blue or dark navy
wavy like navy, money like jay z
j-a wealthy, jah keep me healthy
you ain’t got the same sheet, tryna be cakey

[chorus: pk, saint & lyrical strally]
ok, know man are out for the cake
ygg, we graft for them papers
bring money in daily, sunny or rain
man are gonna stunt on all a man’s haters
and we want the full cream made
skim off the top like milk or shavers
we’re tryna get ps so we can do this
on a regular ting, blud, i wanna be caking

[verse 2: pk]
it’s a birthday ting and i wanna be caking
belly all fat, never sick of that icing
touch the mic and i get to rhyming
way too cold, icy like frosting
come against me? then you must’ve lost it
king yosho on the mic, i’ll murk him
i’ve been training hard in the mountain
you would’ve thought that i do shaolin
you man are sh-t, i don’t understand it
x man out real quick like gambit
us man are chasing ps and chasing dreams while
you man chat bare sh-t and gossip
man wanna ask me, “what’s the topic?”
ygg to the world, can’t stop it
flows are out of the world like rocket
dead mcs get sent into orbit
man wanna take my flow and use it
what a wasteman, you should wear that corset
you don’t wanna see strally in the night
and you don’t wanna see pk in the morning
open your eyes, it’s hard to recognise
got a mask on my face, i am the hobgoblin
here for your cake so you best stop snoring
bad ombré when i enter your kitchen

[verse 3: lyrical strally]
i said i’m tryna be caking
even though i’m lazy like shikamaru
it’s just cuh i’m always baking
i’m gordon in the kitchen, it’s flaming
(i’m) tryna get a slice like pizza
(or) give me the cheese, i’ll grate it
save my money like i’m swiss or asian
tryna get hard dough like i’m jamaican
mmm
i ain’t a flour man but you know i’m self-raising
always in the box like raisins
strally in the mix like batter in a basin
you don’t wanna get battered, i’ll chase him
mek a man run like asics trainers
babycakes, her cake is amazing
girl give me cake, i don’t chase it
tryna get a babycakes
but i won’t chase them like lazy jakes
i’m tryna be caked in cake
so i played my cards right like crazy eight
i’m tryna get cake and bread
and treble that like the b-ss on clef
and we ain’t taking cheques
we’re three of a kind, no baby steps

- ygg lyrics

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