Kodak Black - Patty Cake lyrics

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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***a like patty cake I clap a n***a like patty cake I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl p**y bald, call her Caillou I clap a n***a 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 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 n***a 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***a like patty cake I clap a n***a like patty cake I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl p**y bald, call her Caillou I clap a n***a like patty cake [Verse 2] My chain VVS I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS I’m the sh**, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers All this money like a n***a hit the f**in’ Power Ball Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on [?] 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 a** 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***a like patty cake I clap a n***a like patty cake I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl p**y bald, call her Caillou I clap a n***a like patty cake