Lyrics Hoodie Allen

Hoodie Allen

Cake Boy

This is for my instagram models

Eatin' up the cake, watch it go right to your bottom

You should get a new job, holla at McDonalds

Listen when I speak, baby you could write a novel

The way I spit flows put you in a pickle, cause I did it with no label

Got a crystal ball, but I don't need luck cause I 'ready got them pesos

It's simple, treat 'em like Kinkos cause they only tryin' to copy me

Last I checked you ain't some handsome devil with a college degree

But you think you can have your cake and eat it too

Well tell me why these pretty women never leave with you

I even ask your mom and pops and they like, "We approve"

That's why your girlfriend screamin' out my name, I call that Beetlejuice

Cause I'm the one she choosin' as her preference

Minnesota women show me love like I was Kevin

Pull up in your city, I could swear there's no exception

Get up in my Xbox, cause I'm well connected

I know some people that they used to hate

20 women in my trailer like I'm movin' weight

Yeah no wonder why we celebrate

Hold up, you ain't invited homie you can bake a

Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake

Homie you can bake a

Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake

Yeah, they wanna talk, but I don't wanna conversate

Watch these women serve the pussy like it's on a plate

Gordon Ramsay though, watch me grab a fancy ho

Just because we eatin' that don't mean that we be on a date

Plus I'm more Seth Cohen than you've ever been

That's why I take all these women down like medicine

You be poppin' pills just to get some extra thrills

I say, "Hell no" to my lawyer, you can throw out all my deals

Im like Ving Rhames when I bring game

Put a bunch of cash under the table

And cop me a big name and a big house

And a show on basic cable

Probably be hostin' some comedy roastin'

Just talkin' 'bout shit cause it's very explosive

They wanna control this and remote control this

I pull out the guns or they give me a holster, shwoop!

I'm tryin' to coast along the coast, caught me a Aston

Na, I ain't the son of Christ, but I got passion

You offended? Woops, I ain't even askin'

I'm too busy fuckin' these older women like I'm Ashton

Bang!

I'm Hoodie, I'm-I'm-I'm Hoodie

I'm Hoodie, I'm-I'm-I'm Hoodie, bitch

I'm Hoodie, I'm-I'm-I'm Hoodie

I'm Hoodie, I'm-I'm-I'm Hoodie, bitch