Skyzoo, Raheem DeVaughn - Baker's Dozen lyrics
[Skyzoo, Raheem DeVaughn - Baker's Dozen lyrics]
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake
The cake, Cut a piece
Some done lost their religion for
The mark of the beast
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we
Pray to the east
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell
900, 000 away from a first mil
Caught 100 large overnight like
I work crills
My man identical with how his work builds
And how the 14th can feel
Like the first still
Swear to God that as long as
It jumps nothing will change
And may he look at me and
My Gz one in the same
Same money spent on the same
Trucks and the same chains
And the same superheroes agree
That they take blame, proud of it, 100 miles
Running, the whip moving
The stick stuck in the side
Door, the grip stupid
They had it how we wanted to
Have it and get into it
Word to the allure and word to the influence
Influenced by whatever becomes
Whatever’s done
Disappear couple days out the
Month, Heckler runs
Let it run like rumors or
The bags running to us
You be looking over past but
Tradition run the truest, do believe it
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake
The cake, Cut a piece
Some done lost their religion for
The mark of the beast
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we
Pray to the east
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell
One time for the love of the lead
And the way it had us
And the irony of dotting the
Beam on whatever matters
Black lives in black 5s
The frame boxing out
I’m Luke Caging but more
Related to Cottonmouth
And we related to whoever made it
And came back to park it in front
Of us and let us chase it
Came back talking in numbers
Over better wagers
All of my chains weigh enough
For me to celebrate it
Heard em when they was saying to
Never leave until the plate done
And how it turns into better
Bitches with better lace fronts
I mean you either out or you on
It, got it or want it
Same way 9 won’t cut it
Like "find yo’ budget"
Regardless of who move up the
Block, the block's shaking
You moved in when they promised
You that the block's vacant
New month coming tomorrow, you got patience?
Call it even, we got Richie, you got Reagan
Do believe it
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake
The cake, Cut a piece
Some done lost their religion for
The mark of the beast
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we
Pray to the east
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Said to praise that in your
Arms like it’s a bouquet
Same way as you ever
Thought, sweeter than Kool-Aid
Brown paper bags for us all baby, touché
Took it right back outside, the
Way they want it, catch us on line for the
Pie, baby who cutting?
Counting up like live or die
Live it and love it
Or leave it and be all you
Despise until you done with, do believe it
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake
The cake, Cut a piece
Some done lost their religion for
The mark of the beast
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we
Pray to the east
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell
900, 000 away from a first mil
Caught 100 large overnight like
I work crills
My man identical with how his work builds
And how the 14th can feel
Like the first still
Swear to God that as long as
It jumps nothing will change
And may he look at me and
My Gz one in the same
Same money spent on the same
Trucks and the same chains
And the same superheroes agree
That they take blame, proud of it, 100 miles
Running, the whip moving
The stick stuck in the side
Door, the grip stupid
They had it how we wanted to
Have it and get into it
Word to the allure and word to the influence
Influenced by whatever becomes
Whatever’s done
Disappear couple days out the
Month, Heckler runs
Let it run like rumors or
The bags running to us
You be looking over past but
Tradition run the truest, do believe it
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake
The cake, Cut a piece
Some done lost their religion for
The mark of the beast
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we
Pray to the east
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell
One time for the love of the lead
And the way it had us
And the irony of dotting the
Beam on whatever matters
Black lives in black 5s
The frame boxing out
I’m Luke Caging but more
Related to Cottonmouth
And we related to whoever made it
And came back to park it in front
Of us and let us chase it
Came back talking in numbers
Over better wagers
All of my chains weigh enough
For me to celebrate it
Heard em when they was saying to
Never leave until the plate done
And how it turns into better
Bitches with better lace fronts
I mean you either out or you on
It, got it or want it
Same way 9 won’t cut it
Like "find yo’ budget"
Regardless of who move up the
Block, the block's shaking
You moved in when they promised
You that the block's vacant
New month coming tomorrow, you got patience?
Call it even, we got Richie, you got Reagan
Do believe it
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Praise that in your arms like it’s a bouquet
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Right back outside, the way they want it
On line for the pie, baby who cutting?
Bake the cake, bake the cake, bake
The cake, Cut a piece
Some done lost their religion for
The mark of the beast
Bismi ‘llahi Alhamdulillah So we
Pray to the east
See if there’s a heaven, there’s got be hell
Corner store still open, it ain’t too late
Said to praise that in your
Arms like it’s a bouquet
Same way as you ever
Thought, sweeter than Kool-Aid
Brown paper bags for us all baby, touché
Took it right back outside, the
Way they want it, catch us on line for the
Pie, baby who cutting?
Counting up like live or die
Live it and love it
Or leave it and be all you
Despise until you done with, do believe it