Keep It Goin' - Cakes Da Killa, Calore

Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin'

(Keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin')

Stop playin' wit it

Send me to mars if you can’t take my bars

Send me to mars if you can’t take my bars

Send me to mars if you can’t take my bars

If you can’t take my bars, you can’t sit with the stars

Round of applause, you know you want some more

Zsa Zsa Gabor, it’s Cakes and Calore

Conceited bitch like my shit don’t stink

I’m posted up with a dime, both eyes on chink

Betty plottin' on the killer, cause my rhymes ain’t weak

Gotta keep my shit high like Double D’s in a mink

(I'm sayin') I’m the main course, what your girlfriend ain’t

Bubblebaths on the tub, back shots on the sink

Got me feelin' hot to death, my four walls on leak

Put it in my DMs, I got to skate in a rink

I’m just a thick little chick and I’m cute like shit

Backside on drip if he tryna get a sip

Tell ya mans get a grip when I’m lickin' on my lips

Cuz everything that I spit keep him flockin' to my hips

Another sex innuendo working like a nympho

Runnin' up my spine when I’m tippin' to Calypso

That’s pure body lingo, show me how that thing go

Laughin' in my whip, my honey dipped in Lorenzo

And I’m out of hibernation with very little patience

Some next level shit, icebergs on my anklet

How you gon' fake this?

Bitch you can’t make this!

Coke — no ice, sniff a line till I’m faceless

Never let a lame nigga close to me

You just a fan tryna get up in my hosiery

Damn sittin at the top, I’m supposed to be

You bitches still ain’t learn?

I don’t pay for beats, I don’t fuck for likes

Fresh taper on, ya girl too precise

Hate on me, can’t never steal my light

I sunbathe in shade, you can’t maintain your height

Getting paid to, you can’t afford the price