Do That Baby

Lyrics

[Hook: Cakes da Killa and Quay Dash] You ready? Come and switch up the tempo (Yeah, do that, baby) Straight weak to ya touch (Don't get too crazy) Hugged up in the cut (Getting oh-so wavy) You know I never gave a fuck (Cakey, you so shady) [Verse 1: Cakes da Killa] Agh, I spit heat, but most niggas couldn't feel me, though I spit real shit, warm 'em up like a thermo' How the fuck I talk way slicker than some Crisco And he 'bout to bust, better fetch my fucking peacoat He like a white T, feeling icy "Cakey, you coming through," I'm like "Pa, I might be" I deserve some rounds, show how much you like me Keep the bar tab open 'cause I'm very pricey (It's me) I'm busy touring, flirting is getting boring These boys all the same whether I'm home or somewhere foreign Like a side piece, I might be Chilling in the palm of your hands Pressed deep into the concrete Catch a fucking grip when I'm coasting on this tightrope Beat it out the frame, knock the bolts up out my bedpost Want me for the goods? You could get it when I say so Get up in my chimney, shake it like a red nose I'm posted in ya Range Ro', doing my thang, though 'Bout to crash the whip, thighs wrapped 'round his Kango Keep the kitty on drip, tropic shit like a mango And the grass cut right like the rocks on my bangle, ow You see me shining, televangelist flow (Okay) These bitches swear they hot shit when they accounts on froze Catch me chilling in his spot, spotless down to my toes A young Midas with the touch cause the puss pure gold (It's Killa) Contemplate just how ya boy really do that My third eye woke, I'm prayed up like a Buddhist Everything I spit bare flesh like a nudist Had to keep it too real, avoid kissing with a Judas [Verse 2: Cakes da Killa] (I'm getting a little crazy) Watch my head game raise the dead like Anubis How I do this, the tongue game something ruthless Fuck the foolish, if you want it come abuse it Pass the offering, hand jobs in a pulpit Sipping Similac on my baby fat Little nibbles on my neck, yeah I know you like that I'ma send a text and pray you write back Then block you on Twitter cause I'm feeling like that (Damn) Drown my body in the deep end while we creeping Skinny dipping, heated pool full 'a Riesling His stroke beasting, night session when we freaking You gotta burst my bubble like the waterbed leaking (Agh) Talk a good game, but I'm lost in the meaning The code of the streets, illegal treats is what you slinging I think I need you like a baby when she teething Know the real from the fake, but what's the difference when you dreaming? And I think I got a plan for you All in my inbox, like, what you came to do? Steady licking on my lips, I got thangs to prove But can you keep up with the carry 'cause I stay on the move? (It's Killa) Uncut piece got me sprung like you the one, son But I'm far from dumb, you can't pipe without a condom Let's sit back, play some Spyro the Dragon Just relaxing while I'm rubbing on your package [Hook: Cakes da Killa and Quay Dash] Come and switch up the tempo (Yeah, do that, baby) Straight weak to ya touch (Don't get too crazy) Hugged up in the cut (Getting oh-so wavy) You know I never gave a fuck (Cakey, you so shady) Come and switch up the tempo (Yeah, do that, baby) Straight weak to ya touch (Don't get too crazy) Hugged up in the cut (Getting oh-so wavy) You know I never gave a fuck (Cakey, you so shady) [Post-Chorus: Cakes da Killa, Cakes da Killa and Quay Dash] Do that, do that, don't do that, baby Why you do that, do that? Don't do that baby Like, do that, do that, but why you do that, baby? Like, do that, do that, don't do that, baby Like, do that, do that, why you do that, baby? Like, do that, do that, don't do that, baby Why you do that, do that? Don't do that, baby Why you do that, do that? Don't do that, baby [Outro: Cakes da Killa] And I think I got a plan for you All in my inbox, like, what you came to do? Steady licking on my lips, I got thangs to prove But can you keep up with the carry 'cause I stay on the move? (It's Killa) And I think I got a plan for you All in my inbox, like, what you came to do? Steady licking on my lips, I got thangs to prove But can you keep up with the carry 'cause I stay on the move? (It's Killa) Alright, ham