Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patty Cake, artist - Kodak Black. Album song Painting Pictures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Patty Cake |
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 |
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 nigga like patty cake |
I clap a nigga like patty cake |
I’m swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu |
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou |
I clap a nigga like patty cake |
Yeah, that a way |
I’m 'bout to grab the Wraith, I’m 'bout to grab the key |
I’m 'bout to snatch 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 nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy |
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 nigga like patty cake |
I clap a nigga like patty cake |
I’m swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu |
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou |
I clap a nigga like patty cake |
My chain VVS |
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS |
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers |
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin' 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 ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck |
You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the 'jects |
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 nigga like patty cake |
I clap a nigga like patty cake |
I’m swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu |
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou |
I clap a nigga like patty cake |