| Ay, ay, ay
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| Ay, Lex Luger on the beat so what the fuck you think?
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| Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
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| I’m in the traphouse, bitch we ain’t servin'
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| We got bows, we ain’t sellin' no Os
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| We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
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| Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
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| We made millions in the trap, we want more
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| No cap, got good clean for your nose
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| Every play I catch, I break it with the bros
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| Wipe the cocaine off your nose, quit that crazy stuff
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| She just snorted off the stove, you some freaky fuck
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| She just wanna fuck,
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| I got two-hundred for you if you bring her
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| I’m so young nigga, and I’m really gettin' it
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| I got Michigan for real, and they really gimme
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| Any time I call, they gon' flood the kitchen
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| Young nigga ball, I ain’t work with snitches, take 'em off
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| Last nigga tried to snitch, you know we knocked 'em down
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| I ain’t lyin', I keep 21, they ride with me
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| Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
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| I’m in the traphouse, bitch we ain’t servin'
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| We got bows, we ain’t sellin' no Os
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| We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
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| Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
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| We made millions in the trap, we want more
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| No cap, got good clean for your nose
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| Every play I catch, I break it with the bros
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| Six figures on my neck (for real)
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| I’d die for my respect (for real)
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| Fuck a bitch, chase a check (for real)
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| If you owe me money, where’s it at?
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| Fuck a nine, that’s a tech
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| I came up off a set (for real)
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| I’m in love with the drugs, I got issues
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| bricks on groupie hoes
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| Pink toes, white hoes
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| White hoes, white toes
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| Traphouse like stove
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| Dually truck, overload
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| I throw the load on a stripper (for real)
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| I fucked her twice 'cause I tipped (for real)
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| Hundred K, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
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| I’m in the traphouse, bitch we ain’t servin'
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| We got bows, we ain’t sellin' no Os (nigga)
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| We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
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| Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
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| We made millions in the trap, we want more (Flocka!)
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| No cap, got good clean for your nose
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| Every play I catch, I break it with the bros (with the bros)
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| Bow! |
| Bow! |
| Bow!
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| All you heard and what you seen was gunsmoke
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| Fuck that nigga bitch slow, pull up, he a no-show
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| Whole hood on go,
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| When we ride on a nigga we get loaded Lambos
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| You a opp, hoe (hoe)
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| Nine times out of ten, the hood gon' fuck your hoe
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| How could you respect a nigga and you know he snitchin'?
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| Niggas grew up Ninja Turtles, that ain’t how we livin'
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| I’m in the Double-R Drop and the top missin'
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| Phone call away, the brick man pull up
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| Rich ass nigga, big gut, tattoos, and icy
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| Waka Flocka Flame and ain’t no other nigga like me
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| Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
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| I’m in the traphouse, bitch we ain’t servin'
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| We got bows, we ain’t sellin' no Os
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| We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
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| Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
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| We made millions in the trap, we want more (f-f-flex)
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| No cap, got good clean for your nose
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| Every play I catch, I break it with the bros
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| Squad!
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| You gotta work hard, fuck nigga, get off your ass, catch your own play,
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| fuck nigga
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| On god, nigga
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| Squad! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paddy Kake, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Album song Big Homie Flocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп