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Krept & Konan

Birthday Cake

 

Birthday Cake

(앨범: Tsunami - 2010)


[Krept:]
'06, nigga fucked around, got his boat peppered
Hit him with the big stick, sumo weapon
And I ain't talking 'bout a Peugeot
When I say he never made it, 207
If it got peak, no strap, man will improvise
Still get your egg wrapped, no Kinder 'Prise
I'll bang the star and I ain't talking 'bout a camouflage
When I say I'll leave your soul in the skies
Nigga listen, I'll be slinging and supplying hard
Nittys spinning, when I hit 'em with that biocar
My niggas really popping it, with the iron star
You niggas really chocolate, you Lion bars
Gassed niggas ain't there in the rotten slum
But I'm really in 'ere, like a cotton bud
All around your flesh, where my rocket touch
Red shit, all around your head, like you're on a bus

[Hook x2:]
I-I've got my hands on the flame
You don't wanna get wet, don't stand in the rain
It-it-it's them gangstas again
I-I-I'll take your cake and blow your candles away [x2]

[Konan:]
Yeah I'm risking jail if this spitting fails
Out here, hitting cells, while you're kissing girls
My mum walked in like 'flipping hell, what's that flipping smell?'
Bagged the food up then hit the strip like Chippendale
When I beat Nina, I won't kiss and tell (Why not bruddah?)
Cuh blud, I'll be sick in cells (Do you hear that?)
You can hold pepper like a kitchen shelf
The mac will make you throw your pound down like a wishing well
But I just want the peas, I love my vegetables
When it's time, and I press the 9, it's not the feds I call
Ring the ting, now they're bringing him into the medical
Swagger's insane, too nuts, like my testicles
Hit 'em with the cover, I ain't filling up no petrol
Then I flag the bagel king, paddy up a festival
On the gas, bring the mash, brings out [?]
Get heads like a principle
Beef with me's not sensible

[Hook x2]

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