Devon Tyler - Lemon Cake (feat. 2 Da$h) Lyrics

Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great

Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feeling great
Boss bitch a use vacation time to make me a plate
Worth more than every diamond, nigga, the crown is safe
I could never feel behind a nigga, that's not my space
Blowing heavy herbs, speaking cursive words
Get pursued by hers, she suck me from this earth
Working hard for number two while understanding money first
This ain't optional, it's how it works
But I'm real enough to tell em
Choices, you will get em
But only one time
Make up your mind
Ready, set, grind
If it ain't my money, then that business ain't mine
Rolling fat bats burning back on recline
Who I am ain't accidental, nigga, this is by design
That's why respect not incremental day one, it's all mine
And I ain't got no problems every day I'm feelin' fine
I'm so great that all my haters pay in currency and time
Weed smelling like a lemon, but it's looking like a lime
I pass it to a dime, even rich niggas can't find
And she got a bag, never once asked for mine
Baby, understand it ain't a dollar worth my kind

Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great

I see no limits every what up
I be on business when I roll up
I be on lemon cake and I'm baked, different estates I be on Venice
When I vacate, I bring her with me
I'm humping her face, then I give her back
If the bitch plat, then I send her back
Don't care for how many days that she packed
Flew in the pack, help me relax
Holdin' the pack and it help me get stacks
Yeah, it's legal there, but illegal here
Still I'm lobbin' like Kobe to Shaq
What you need, I got it
Master P's, I'm bout it
Brand new V, popped out it
Lil' mama cheeks, hopped out it
Got a nigga feelin' bossy
Head clouded, got me nauseous
Shit strong, got me coughin
Nigga dead, f*ckin' coughin
Big dog, got me barkin
F*ck what y'all niggas talkin
Big drip like faucets
Fly on tree like Tarzan
Might roll a whole zone
Nigga need a bigger cone
Probably hate to see
See, I'm wastin' we oh well, bitch, I'm gone
Like a woman when a nigga be cheatin
I ain't Indian, but I be chiefin
Said she f*cked on a nigga last weekend
I don't recall, bitch, I be tweakin
Maybe it's me, maybe it's her
Probably too high to really be sure
Let's run it back, she gave me that sloppy
That's one of a kind, I must concur
Uh, aftershocks had me jumpin
Lemon cake, I be puffin
F*ck tough, niggas bluffin
Legal strap, I ain't tusslin

Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great
Smokin' on some lemon cake I'm feelin' great