Cakes Da Killa - U Aint Kno? Prod. Neana [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Hook)

Miss thing got more ass than a little bit (little bit)

Oh you n***s ain't know (ain't know)

Let me lay this thang just a little bit (just a little bit)

Tryna see where this could go

In and out off magazines

So I seen a couple things

Good jean on my hip

No heart on my sleeve

Yeah bitch you doing you but you could never do me (oh shit)

Oh you n***s ain't know


(Verse 1)

I’m the bitch posted up in the gif
Dark liques on the tongue
Couple grands on the wrist
Many bitches tryna ball
They ain't stunting like this
Number one draft pick
Booking overseas trips
When I come through
N***s acting brand new
So I treat em like the coop
If its hot lose the roof
Let me hit you with da scoop
You the farthest from the truth
Parseltongue in my rhymes spewing venom in the booth


Bling bling bling on my million dollar steez ho
Hugged up in the cut with your mans on my chicho
N***s know how we do
Spit game type lethal
Word play kinda cray
Rip the stiches off your diesels
He really feigning to tap that
Trade outta line
Dick pics off the snap chat
Just cause you hit the celly that don’t really mean Ima write back
I’m always on my grind
Need a drink and a snack wrap
Watch me stroll on bitches
Like a AKA
And Ima make a couple racks off the songs I make
Sallie Maeing these n***s
Bitch you pay your way
And if ya funds kinda low
Stay the fuck out my face


Slow it up
I’m crispy cremed up
Save up for c cups
Switch up no re up
Cakey eating these n***s on life support
With salt pepper ketchup and hot sauce
If you tryna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Fat bitch in a porshe
Don’t getcha frame tossed
Jus stacking life savings cause you know I’m tryna floss
Mascara on the lash pink tint in the gloss


Ima be me
You gonna be you
Bitches is popping but where is the proof
These n***s want beef I get carrots for spew
And I’m here for my credits cause credits is due
Oaahh
This n***s really tryna come through
All up grill
What you really tryna do
These faggots ain't real and what they spitting ain't the truth
Bitch I’m out getting deals and foreign sponsors with the crew
Yo yo


What you tryna do (4x)


(Hook)

Miss thing got more ass than a little bit (little bit)

Oh you n***s ain't know (ain't know)

Let me lay this thang just a little bit (just a little bit)

Tyrna see where this could go

In and out off magazines

So I seen a couple things

Good jean on my hip

No heart on my sleeve

Yeah bitch you doing you but you could never do me (oh shit)

Oh you n***s ain't know


(Verse 2)

Fuck the pillow talk if he in it for the sex
He only want them draws or he tryna get connects
Never chase a n*** fuck I looked like pressed
Steady hitting my phone gotcha baby moms stressed
Bitch I’m too blessed
Curve keep em clueless
Spit game is ruthless
Rug burns and nooses
Fell in love with a papi from around my way
He loved to talk a lot shit so I sat on his face


If you a real chick throw it up like this
Mami stack the cheddar
Mami push that whip
Mami fuck that n***
Mami fuck that bitch
And if them bitches ain't loyal then these n***s ain't shit (2x)


(Hook)

Miss thing got more ass than a little bit (little bit)

Oh you n***s ain't know (ain't know)

Let me lay this thang just a little bit (just a little bit)

Tyrna see where this could go

In and out off magazines

So I seen a couple things

Good jean on my hip

No heart on my sleeve

Yeah bitch you doing you but you could never do me (oh shit)

Oh you n***s ain't know

(yo bring it back)


Oh you n***s ain't know (2x)