Cakes Da Killa - Get Right (Get Wet)

Spring was never waiting for us, dear
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages we would rest
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left my cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh no

Pockets stay on swole, peep the motherfucking cash flow
Niggas pay my loans just to finger fuck my asshole
Keep it cool with cunts, rocking boots with the tassels
Fucking with some nigga who dick longer than Castro's
Say he like my songs and he really tryna fuck with me
Charge that nigga double if he think he finna fuck for free
Cakey on some other shit, fuck your baby mother shit
And I spit that shit to make a homophobe a hypocrite
Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right
Get right, get right, get right, get right

"Whoa whoa okay okay whoa Holiday wait hold on hold on Holiday!
You can't give it to them dry like that, you gotta get that shit wet first nigga
Like come on now, you gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't just get that shit right off the top
Like you gotta bring that shit back. Bring that shit the fuck back (let's go!)"

Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right (hol' up)
Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right (hol' up)

Fuck you, pay me, I was bred up on that bougie shit
Nigga got it twisted, straight confuse me with a simple bitch
Rum and lobster when I'm laid out with a top shutter
He let me wine all on his face and take the cocky proper
He said he love me then he fuck me like he don't care
It's no fair, shit sweat the perm out my baby hair
Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh
Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh
Uhhhh (let's get this party started!)