Bake - S.A.D.E.

Eating dick ain't bound for fame
Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same
Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same
I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain

D.C. ain't involved, you can't spend no time to hang
But Riri let me toss, you gone hit my line in pain
It's my lone till the death, but i'll bag her if she shoot
That's Vlone on my breath, it's a packet in my boots
Megatron fixings, it's a scrappy in the Benz
Boss bitches really sluts, they just acted like we friends
I ain't never had to ask a man for shit to get me up
I ain't never had to ask a bitch for nothing but to fuck

Eating dick ain't bound for fame
Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same
Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same
I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain

6 Js, 6 Ks
6 Blades, bullets looking Miss Payne
Take a break for 6 days, still it hit cold
Let us hit the range, you'll peep how my wrist changed
Nothing started from the bottom, that shit started from the soul
I bet Red still toting rockets when the Carter's at my shows
If that bitch ain't my Beyonce get it started on the floor
Bitch I'm Dretti off the gas, in the carpet busting holes

Eating dick ain't bound for fame
Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same
Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same
I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain
Eating dick ain't bound for fame
Promise ain't no sauce on some shit that sound the same
Ain't no peace like these beats, I can't spend my time the same
I let 8's find my dime, let my 9 find the brain

Written by:
Jordon Baker

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