Patty Cake [explicit] Lyrics - Kodak Black

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 called? 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 than LL 

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air 

My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu 

I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

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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' be 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 

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I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air 

My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL 

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air 

My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

I'm swaggin', I got flavor, 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 than LL 

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air 

My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

I clap a nigga like patty cake 

I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu 

I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou 

I clap a nigga like patty cake