​redboy, CAKE - CHANDELIER lyrics

Stupid dumb dirty bitch
Ugly bugly bugs bunny lookin’
Ass motherfucking bitch shut the fuck up

Bad little bitch ain’t learn no manners
Ooga booga boy I hit em with a hammer
Bad block I done burned
With a couple scammers
Sittin’ on my throne in my manor
My bitch pass me the phone ‘cause
I don’t like to answer
Smokin’ cancer sticks it’s rancid
The fanciest at the party feel like
A martian in this Aston
Feel like I’m parkin’ at the mansion
Feel like I’m, way above flexin’
Stupid bleep bitch wanna ask questions
Does this here cash not send a message
Do I not look like a
Chandelier in the flesh bitch
Restin’ my legs on the back
Of a bad naked bitch ugh, got me too hot
Used to tying up loose ends
Away from the cops
Took a trip to the loony bin to
Say hey to my bro pops
Tasted it till my gums numb
I was seeing spots now it's only when I take
My dalmatians for a walk
Feel like I could take over the
Nation with this amalgamation of guap
Brrat, bitch, bup bup bup bup bup buh

Uh, yea, yea in my white tee
Dion in Dior that’s why they don’t like me
I put em on 4s like a Jeep, Forgiato hehe
Four these autos burn a hole in ‘em like a cd
And I put a show on for these hoes
Switch clothes like a stick shift
Still don’t give a shit bitch
Wait, still won’t give a bitch shit
Stiff bills I spilt this wock wock on it it
Haha still got more money than talent
But I’ve got honeys to balance
Rabbit's to chase
A mushroom from Alice she, ask how it taste
The room got much smaller
Transport to my palace
Screwed up the mex, should’ve never changed
Sike!
And y’all internet people get mad for nothin’
Hypocrite tin men fitted
With middlemen’s buttons
Of Mice and Men I’d like to
See u survive in the pen cluckin’ like hens
Click-clack get turned into since thens
It’s mista, pen to the pad, mending it back
My mandy, askin’ for cash, my billy bo bags
Silly ho, bendin’ it back she want a mini-me
I am the masta please take a few steps back
Big Glock, only big guns
I’m bench pressin’ the mac, for fun
Ten tons of black steel I’m realer than facts

This is me when I'm
Apathetic imagine me passionate
My pen infused with magic I don’t
Even have to practice shit
Said they had my back but
Nigga I wasn’t havin’ it
My intuition pessimistic and scarily accurate
So if I have to grab the stick, so be it
Ratchet and clank with heaters
Lacerator send that nigga to the leader
Of whatever religion he believe in
Dope samples that I sequence
Red dots on your body like some sequins
My fit so flashy you would
Think that I pimp hoes
How you diss with shitty mixing?
Bitch you sound like flip note
I been dope I tell you I'm still dope as ever
You been foes, oh well
Then you been cope with failure
Niggas compliment you when they
Need help bitch whatever
There ain’t shit that you bum ass
Niggas bring to the table
Bitch I'm unapologetic with the
Shit that I write
You get pushed down half your life
Then you stop being nice
When I get payed off what I write
I ain’t stopping at ice
I need signs that say "I told
You so" that’s painfully bright
Ain’t shit nice, shootin’ out the moonroof
Butterball, zoom zoom
You all soft, built like tsum tsums
I dress frou frou
But pack doos doos, that clap, pew pew
Leave your ass surrounded with
Blood with no suwoo i’m still cute uh
Bullpup get you chewed through
Don’t need no manual you know what tools do
Out the Isuzu
I’m masked up like phase 3 noodle
My jewels drip, water pulse to confuse you
Long live cake, 3 women feeding me grapes
Ain’t got shit to lose
I put whatever at stake
Just know you bitch made rappers ain’t safe
Nigga

Rabbit town pussy
Cake, baby, fuck you thought nigga