Strick - Wake & Cake lyrics
Strick [Tauren O'lander Strickland] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Strick - Wake & Cake lyrics]
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up wake up, get yo cake
Bitch you wouldn't believe this yeah
I bet you wouldn't believe this yeah, okay
Whole team up
We eat crepes we got grape syrup
High tolerance for high fashion
We been out splurgin'
Valet bring the car I pull out swerve, yeah
Neck wrist charmin earring got the pointers
Plug know to pull up with the special order
Fuck with the patrol and that wall Donald
Connect all dots get wrist die fly
Real recognize real and I see the lies
Yeah she wanna fuck my ego
Man my pockets got inflated, yeah
Ain't no test drive
Got the tags paper plated
Playlist doin' awesome like an
All-star in Vegas and I only Fear of God
Lorenzo sent the latest
And I just want it better for
My auntie and my granny
Made my life a movie but I
Ain't get no chance to edit
Got the world in my palm
I get commas on my time
I got Alexander Mcqueen mixed up
With Yves Saint Laurent
I done lost a million nights of
Sleep to get what I want
Sometime jealousy will make your people
Envy who you are it's in my DNA
As soon as I was born I was a star
Sure ain't worried, tint the
Little after 4 o'clock, huh
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up wake up, get yo cake
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up wake up, get yo cake
Bitch you wouldn't believe this yeah
I bet you wouldn't believe this yeah, okay
Whole team up
We eat crepes we got grape syrup
High tolerance for high fashion
We been out splurgin'
Valet bring the car I pull out swerve, yeah
Neck wrist charmin earring got the pointers
Plug know to pull up with the special order
Fuck with the patrol and that wall Donald
Connect all dots get wrist die fly
Real recognize real and I see the lies
Yeah she wanna fuck my ego
Man my pockets got inflated, yeah
Ain't no test drive
Got the tags paper plated
Playlist doin' awesome like an
All-star in Vegas and I only Fear of God
Lorenzo sent the latest
And I just want it better for
My auntie and my granny
Made my life a movie but I
Ain't get no chance to edit
Got the world in my palm
I get commas on my time
I got Alexander Mcqueen mixed up
With Yves Saint Laurent
I done lost a million nights of
Sleep to get what I want
Sometime jealousy will make your people
Envy who you are it's in my DNA
As soon as I was born I was a star
Sure ain't worried, tint the
Little after 4 o'clock, huh
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up
Wake up, get yo cake up wake up, get yo cake