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Cake Dime

'm not enough for a local phone call I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine

I'm not enough for a local phone call I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine I'm a dime I'm fine And I shine

jacket and yo' burt sits high, with yo' friends you pretend but you know that its a lie, Thats what them girls like (x4) [Flo Rida] ay thats what them dime

, the girls they love us (Say what) (Look she right there) (Her man he right there) Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick One had to pay a dime,

wanna run in my room And guess who's, guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob Started with an eight ball, gotta get this cake dawg Give niggaz a break

out of luck I wanna fuck, and you try'nna get a sirloin steak Little money, backstage passes, and some Oreo cake You better split if the legs don't spread

but cake will do Fuck tha game, don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules, stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy but cake will do Greed, hate, envy but cake

sight I knew this dude Ritz that fucked with a bitch Get you right, matter of fact, you could get it half price Shit, she got a crew that ain't nothin nice, dime

good life, uh huh good life (We living the life) It ain't nothing but a paper chase But even when ya paper straight Every stage just another way to see cake