Cake by That Egg Boy Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got a booty fatter than Kim K
Too broke to make a studio mixtape
But own a label king of spades
So tired I can’t think straight
It’s a fable to say I rap great
My favourite food is for sure grapes
I don’t know what to say
But I throw it back like I'm Addison Rae
I got a booty so big can’t keep her eyes off it
Put a thing of champagne or put some wine on it
Puck Moonen even struggle to ride a climb on it
If i’m the horsie then go ahead and put the saddle on
World war two it had some fucking battles on
I got the next peach to go on VS’s summer catalogue
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you got nothing on me
Do you pull up with the homies
Run away looking for no tension
I just want some attention
Fortnite came back with LaFlame and adding some henchmen
All natural cheeks so big you can’t even clench them
Get my beats off of YouTube
So I can’t even afford to sound like U2
But like Bono I got the shades
Pit vipers, $100, no mistake
And they work great
It’ll distract folks from my big cake
[Verse 3]
I think right now’s when the story ends
I can’t think of more lines so I guess Napoleon
Fatter booty than that whore, it's fine and she just let me in
Throw that sugar a dime until we run out of time
She can’t look into my eyes
And I just see that girl cry because she want my tits and behind
I don’t even know what i'm saying
Lowkey gross but I'm still slayin’
Coronavirus i'mma stay right in
Won’t catch a case ‘till im relevant
200 listens after my first mixtape
Not a lot but not a failure I won’t fixate
She never want me to win i guess her name’s not Faith
But we’ll see If I win or lose
It’s just fate
I got a booty fatter than Kim K
Too broke to make a studio mixtape
But own a label king of spades
So tired I can’t think straight
It’s a fable to say I rap great
My favourite food is for sure grapes
I don’t know what to say
But I throw it back like I'm Addison Rae
I got a booty so big can’t keep her eyes off it
Put a thing of champagne or put some wine on it
Puck Moonen even struggle to ride a climb on it
If i’m the horsie then go ahead and put the saddle on
World war two it had some fucking battles on
I got the next peach to go on VS’s summer catalogue
[Verse 2]
Yeah, you got nothing on me
Do you pull up with the homies
Run away looking for no tension
I just want some attention
Fortnite came back with LaFlame and adding some henchmen
All natural cheeks so big you can’t even clench them
Get my beats off of YouTube
So I can’t even afford to sound like U2
But like Bono I got the shades
Pit vipers, $100, no mistake
And they work great
It’ll distract folks from my big cake
[Verse 3]
I think right now’s when the story ends
I can’t think of more lines so I guess Napoleon
Fatter booty than that whore, it's fine and she just let me in
Throw that sugar a dime until we run out of time
She can’t look into my eyes
And I just see that girl cry because she want my tits and behind
I don’t even know what i'm saying
Lowkey gross but I'm still slayin’
Coronavirus i'mma stay right in
Won’t catch a case ‘till im relevant
200 listens after my first mixtape
Not a lot but not a failure I won’t fixate
She never want me to win i guess her name’s not Faith
But we’ll see If I win or lose
It’s just fate