Cakes da Killa – Sip of My Sip

Cakes da Killa – Sip of My Sip Lyrics

Artist: Cakes da Killa
Song: Sip of My Sip

Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow
Think about tomorrow

Think about tomorrow
High design in a low rise jean
I hear you doing strange things just to get to the cream
The scene calling me the GOAT ’cause I spit supreme

Been all around the world, take some tips from me
You was taking naps when I was hitting the scene
Follow my lead, these biters tryna swallow my shcemes
Dream my dreams, f#ck around and rock my seams

‘Cause every time I’m on the block all I hear is
See me, the blueprint, never had to prove sh#t
I’ma make it pop like lil’ mama with the movement
Give me what you got off the top like you loose lipped

This is for the queens in the crib getting stupid
Poor little rappers go and get a clue, b#tch
We are not the same, I ain’t kissing on no Judas
Don’t confuse me with that sh#t that you be doing

You in it for the likes, I’m only in it for the music
Rock my hair bone straight in the name of Andre Jiggy J
This c#nt right here ain’t come to play, time to serve me up on a platter flambe
Why the ones with no tact always got the most to say?

Making sh#t look easier so it’s hard to read me
Swithed up my punchlines, drop bars in Geechie
Tell ’em run it back, I’m in the mood for a repeat
Your eyes wide open and you still couldn’t see me

He wanna sip of my sip
He wanna slide
He tryna dip in the whip
Who get it crackin’ like this? [Uh-huh

I’m tryna grind
He got his hands on my hip [Yeah
He wanna sip of my sip
He wanna slide

I’m tryna dip on the dick [Yeah
Who get it crackin’ like this?
I’m bound to shine
He got his hands on my hip

I ain’t never in the mood to be playing no games
f#ck with no squares, chat with no lames
I don’t save a lot of numbers, don’t remember all the names
All these n#gg#s all the same, tryna climb the food chain

I ain’t never in the mood to be playing no games
f#ck with no squares, chat with no lames
I don’t save a lot of numbers, don’t remember all the names
All these n#gg#s all the same, tryna climb the food chain

All these n#gg#s all the same, wanna take my last name
But it’s gettin’ kinda gang, watch a n#gg# do a stain [Yeah
It’s Sevndeep, the top of the food chain
Addicted to f#ckin’ n#gg#s, gettin’ money and the fame

They all jealous, they see me in Margielas
All these n#gg#s is my b#tches like my name Corella, yeah
Just tryna f#ck but I ain’t that kinda of fella
Told ’em we can talk about it after we go to the telly

Where this flow come from
I these n#gg#s I’m the best, all the n#gg#s is bums
I’m a full course meal, he ain’t eatin’ no crumb
Duckin’ and dodgin’ like I’m Neo ’cause I’m really the one

Yeah, yeah, I really do this
Yeah, yeah, but you already knew this
When I’m in your city, all the n#gg#s tryna do me
Keep sneakin’ like a killer, told a n#gg# don’t tempt me

I got plenty and I ain’t friendly [Yeah
Six feet fine and my style compliment me [Yeah
I’ve got trends, yeah, these be trendy
Where the f#ck is my Fendi?

Yeah, that’s how you ride a beat
Just made in a day what you make in two weeks [Uh-huh
The main hitter and I’m bringin’ the heat
It’s no Sade but they ain’t f#ckin’ with me, yeah

He wanna sip of my sip
He wanna slide
He tryna dip in the whip
Who get it crackin’ like this? [Uh-huh

I’m tryna grind
He got his hands on my hip [Yeah
He wanna sip of my sip
He wanna slide

I’m tryna dip on the dick [Yeah
Who get it crackin’ like this?
I’m bound to shine
He got his hands on my hip

Yeah, he got his hands on my hip
Yeah, he got his hands on my hip
Haha, haha
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Release Year: 2022