A Minute With Cakes lyrics

[Intro: Mykki Blanco]
Now I'm in a K-hole *laughing*
Do you, do you know what a brain fart smells like?
That's, that's what I always think sometimes
Like what the f*ck does a brain fart smell like?
I don't know *laughing*

[Verse 1: Cakes da Killa]
Bad b*tch in a Pontiac
These [?] couldn't picture that
The way I'm feelin' got me so c*nt
All these b*tches want all that
All these b*tches want all the stunt
[?] dripped, ministral (Uh)
All these b*tches are coincidal (Uh)
When I feel it it's so blunt (Blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt)
And missy beez up on no G-sh*t
I mean it's just how I see sh*t
Yo, you a gay rap, prefix?
Yo, gimme the loot, gimme the loot
I'm just a blondie
No Gwen Stefani
You want my body?
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Miss Smith
Miss Carter
And the Barmer
Give me the truth, gimme the truth
I want the proof I want the proof
You say you all that b*tch, where's the loot?
I'm just catty and effeminate
Hard like syphilis
b*tches looking all ridiculous
Gimme my juice gimme my juice ([?])
I'm like a baby on the nightstand
These b*tches f*cking like my last man
I want the proof I want the proof
You say you all that b*tch, where's the loot?
[Outro]
*cicadas chirping*
*thunder and lightning*