kodak black – patty cake lyrics
[intro]
sniper gang
yeah, i like this lil’ beat right here
yeah, this a nice little beat
i’m sippin’ on belaire
yeah, i’m finna paint a picture
finna paint me a lil’ picture
what this car? oh this the new belaire too
this the white wine, i like the white wine
[chorus]
i’m sippin’ on belaire, my chick from bel-air
my whip from germany, i’m cooler that ll
i’m sippin’ on belaire, my chick from bel-air
my whip from germany, i’m cooler that ll
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
i’m swaggin’, i got flavour, i got sauce, call me ragu
i love my baby girl p-ssy bald, call her caillou
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
[verse 1]
yeah, that a way
i’m ’bout to grab the wraith, i’m ’bout to grab the key
i’m ’bout to sn-tch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
i got a feelin’ that today gon’ have a fantastic day
i’m gettin’ tired of the rollie, i think i want patek philippe
it’s either i win or you lose, ’cause i won’t accept defeat
and everybody wanna have the sauce, well i got the recipe
i’m sippin’ on belaire ’cause it make me feel like i’m on ecstasy
i left my baby, when i come home, i be rubbin’ on her feet
and she be always in my chair, she hate when i be in the streets
my rims taller than my son, i’m ’bout to drop another one
you think a n-gg- in a band the way i hit him with that drum, ayy
[chorus]
i’m sippin’ on belaire, my chick from bel-air
my whip from germany, i’m cooler that ll
i’m sippin’ on belaire, my chick from bel-air
my whip from germany, i’m cooler that ll
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
i’m swaggin’, i got flavour, i got sauce, call me ragu
i love my baby girl p-ssy bald, call her caillou
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
[verse 2]
my chain vvs
i’m booted up, i got more pills than a cvs
i’m the sh-t, baby girl, so i got stains in my drawers
all this money like a n-gg- hit the f-ckin’ power ball
sippin’ on champagne, my whip on dana dane’s
no time for you lames, i’m flyer than a plane
i’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
you shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t sniper gang
she held me down when i was gone, i bought her audemars piguet
i love her like i love my brother, so i let her be my connect
i put her thick -ss in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
you know lil’ kodak love to flex, i got my momma out the ‘jects
[chorus]
i’m sippin’ on belaire, my chick from bel-air
my whip from germany, i’m cooler that ll
i’m sippin’ on belaire, my chick from bel-air
my whip from germany, i’m cooler that ll
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
i’m swaggin’, i got flavour, i got sauce, call me ragu
i love my baby girl p-ssy bald, call her caillou
i clap a n-gg- like patty cake
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