| Sniper Gang
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| Yeah, I like this lil' beat right here
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| Yeah, this a nice little beat
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire
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| Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
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| Finna paint me a lil' picture
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| What this car? |
| Oh this the new Belaire too
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| This the white wine, I like the white wine
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
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| My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
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| My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| I’m swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
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| I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| Yeah, that a way
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| I’m 'bout to grab the Wraith, I’m 'bout to grab the key
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| I’m 'bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
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| I got a feelin' that today gon' have a fantastic day
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| I’m gettin' tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
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| It’s either I win or you lose, 'cause I won’t accept defeat
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| And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire 'cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
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| I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin' on her feet
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| And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
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| My rims taller than my son, I’m 'bout to drop another one
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| You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
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| My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
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| My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| I’m swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
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| I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| My chain VVS
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| I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
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| I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
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| All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin' Power Ball
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| Sippin' on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane’s
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| No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
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| I’m ridin' like a train, she love to give me brain
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| You shootin' with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
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| She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
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| I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
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| I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
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| You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the 'jects
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
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| My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
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| I’m sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
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| My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake
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| I’m swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
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| I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
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| I clap a nigga like patty cake |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patty Cake , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Painting Pictures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп