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Yeah, yeah (Ayy, Scheme, you killed it) I'm wide awake in a sleeping state Still taking that leap of faith If you baked the cake then gon' eat the cake That .44 Dog will eat your face I'm wide awake in a sleeping state Still taking that leap of faith If you baked the cake then gon' eat the cake That .44 Dog will eat your face Break a brick down, make some shit Took your plate and I ate your shit That triple three on my angel shit But a nigga still armed and dangerous Fuck out my way, bitch, pavin' it Trap out the spot, put the Js in it We turn a pig to some bacon bits If it jump out the pot, ain't no shakin' it Coast to coast with the dope Hit the road, Gucci coat, Al Capone Bring this shit to your door Extended clip hold thirty-two like Carl Malone Whip the work counter-clock, we got Glocks We got blicks, plenty sticks Baking soda, yola rock Letras de cancionesThe yoppa Orville Redenbach pop a bitch I was fuckin' on his daughter, sorry momma She was in that Florida water I don't know what's wrong with him I think a young nigga got a trap disorder Chevy sittin' on twenty-eights Heavyweight, I whip it through the Everglades Know some niggas really crippin' Know some niggas really bangin' renegade I can take you on a mission, I can show you how to be forever paid And if life give me lemons, pour me some Wock' inside the fuckin' lemonade I'm wide awake in a sleeping state Still taking that leap of faith If you baked the cake then gon' eat the cake That .44 Dog will eat your face I'm wide awake in a sleeping state Still taking that leap of faith If you baked the cake then gon' eat the cake That .44 Dog will eat your face From Letras Mania