Dave East - Baking Soda lyrics

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Dave East - Baking Soda lyrics

[Hook x2: Dave East] The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got to work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets They think I'm on already I know we might look light, but trust, we more than heavy [Verse 1: Dave East] [?] down Lexington, foreign women check for them I done seen the best of men, drunk reading, New Testament All these n***as p**y, trust me, I can peep their estrogen Keep the heater tucked, it clean you up just like it's Mexican [?] was text messaging, if you cop no less than tin Hustle with my next to kin, bless them like your reverend Pussies packed with h**n, I done seen some spooky sh** You know we shot your man But you ain't had the heart to do this sh** I earn for keeps, disturb the peace, I feel like Ludacris I'm swerve in Jeeps Time to burn the streets for all this foolishness n***as jeans still tight, guess you dressing European Smoking dust in your dutch They tried to rob, they heard I'm [?] [Hook x2: Dave East] The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got to work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets They think I'm on already I know we might look light, but trust, we more than heavy [Verse 1: Dave East] Twenty-eight grams in an ounce Thirty-six o's in a kilo, my [?] like El Chapo Nephew name was Carleto Drop me off in that pot, let me dry on that napkin Then chop me up on that plate After that you should get to bagging The epidemic, we pushing limits Take over buildings, like f** the tenets Won't leave no witness, this sh** ridiculous I seen mothers change they pipe before they change they daughter diaper Trips to the island, back and forth, just touring Rikers Money spending off the pen, see I'm a threat to all writers Foreign women, thick and slim, now [?], they all are like us [?], the strip was rocking, [?] was changing all the prices The [?] was short of hyping, flashing lights was all enticing [Hook x2: Dave East] The stove on, flame rising, baking soda ready I got to work, watch it cook, time to go already The way I'm moving through these streets They think I'm on already I know we might look light, but trust, we more than heavy

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