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Kodak Black – Patty Cake

Sniper Gang
Eh, 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 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 flavor, 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’ 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 love 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 ’em 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 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
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 meet my connect
I put her thick ass in the ‘Vette, 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 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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Dj Khaled – Down For Life Lyrics

DJ KHALED
Down For Life Lyrics

[DJ Khaled & PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
DJ Khaled!
Another One!
We the Best Music!

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Future:]
P-A-I-D N F-U-L-L
M-O-N-E-Y K-I-L-L
I go to J-A-I-L, F-U-C-K all them cops
Yeah, f**k 12
Roll it up tight, then put it in a L
I’m tryna find me a rider that’s real
I used to get down for the demonstrations
Down, down for the demonstrations
We gotta live for our reputations
You got your level up, you got your level up
Uno amigo, you caliber
24K on an amateur
I get 100K out a bag
I spent 100K on your bag, that’s a crocodile Birk
They tryna throw dirt on my name and they seeing what I’m worth
I pull up dripping like BB
I get so many fresh everyday
You better hope I don’t OD, I keep a chopper like BG
Ya money nigga no PG, Slow it down for me like juvie
I catch a homi’ like lil’ T, I’m in the streets like a HB
They made a movie in 3D, We made a film in ’80s
Here come another one, Khaled
Here come another one, Khaled

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Travis Scott:]
I’mma pull up on you, is you ready?
Do something different, girl, let me show you
Niggas love to hate
Bitches love to hate
That’s why I spoil you
I can’t lie, I can’t lie
You’ve been down since day one
I’ll go out pull out the hammer and kill ’em if they say some
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it (Straight up)
Ooh, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I’ll do it

[Rick Ross:]
The season success
6 reasons I’m blessed
Secret societies, he seems so possessed
First you master the hustle
Then you conquer the struggle
Now I’m stacking my numbers
Just like they tackles and fumbles
Every week, there’s pictures of different bitches kissing me
But the one that stole my heart, that’s still a mystery
Chill, Khaled, chill
Bill, let it bill
Squat, shorty, squat, please, in them heels

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[Kodak Black:]
Tell me you ready
Baby girl, tell me you ready
And I’mma be there in a second
Won’t take you for granted
I’mma treat you like the fed-ex
Cause, baby, you know I go get it
She know that I got a check
And that paper come in steady
She want Audemars Piguet
She wanna ride in a Bentley
I’mma step up, take a rental
I know she digging my pimping
Baby, stop playing, get with it
Baby, stop playing, get with it
I know you tired of them gimmicks
But you f**king with the realest
Is you ready for the one? I’m coming
Is you ready for the life I’m living?
I’mma be down like a damn coffin
I want you with me ’til God call me
Tell all them lame niggas "Sayonara"
I hit the jeweler and bought a car
Wide receiver, I just caught a charge
Girl, is you ready to go tomorrow?
When I’m with you, I look like a star
This one right here is gon’ take me far

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]
Girl, is you ready, ready, ready? Yeah, yeah
I’m tired, baby, you tired?
All them headaches, headaches, headaches, yeah
But I’mma give you what you looking for
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
Just be down for life
I’mma be down for life
I’ll be down for life
Just be down for life
And just be ready
You with it, yeah, yeah

[DJ Khaled, Rick Ross & Travis Scott:]
It’s We The Best for life (Straight up)
DJ Khaled, We The Best Music
I pray we holding hands as we walk across the burning sands
These words for you are genuine, we define loyalty
Another one

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Kodak Black – Patty Cake (Painting Pictures Album)

[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 called? 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 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

[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’ 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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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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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 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

[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 nigga 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 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

[Verse 2]
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 [?]
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

[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 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

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YFN Lucci – Documentary

[Verse 1]
Uh, what you heard nigga?
Nah, fuck what you heard
I keep two lil goonies on the lurk
My bitch gotta cool lil twenty in her purse
See we was known to air it out first
Told bop, wait let me air em’ out first
They talkin’ bout drugs they ain’t never had work
Lu preach to em’ real nigga church
See I was on the way, started from the bottom now I’m straight
Bout to cop an Audemars Piguet
Yesterday I flew to Saint Tropez
Met a plug yesterday, you know the whole crew ate
Everywhere we go we eat steak
I got my brother with me each and everyday
Most of with me probably tryna beat a case
And if you don’t the other one with licensed with the K
Yeah, know we ridin’ K everyday
Ran up the money had to put it in the safe
I swear its hard to chose mulsanne or the wraith, 4 4 2 you don’t wanna race
Ion’t know why she act different
But when a nigga gone she goin’ miss me
All them muthafuckin shoes all that Tiffany
All them tattoos all them piercings
Momma be stressin’ be patient it’s comin’
Told you your boy was gone make it you know it
We go war with whoever, whoever
I stack that money forever, forever
We put that money together got extra
Pour out the pint man we never gone measure
Whole lot of types I ain’t never gone settle, ain’t never gone settle

[Babbling]
You know
Like I use to risk my life for this shit
You know
You know we really got stripes for this shit
You know

[Verse 2]
This is no phassage, I don’t want no bodyguard
I need me a Nicki Minaj, I need me like two freaky brauds
I’m on broadway, fucked up how they did Mitch in the hallway
I’m fucked up gotta get rich in this hallway
I swear I really got rich in the hallway
My mother lost her sister, her mother lost her daughter
Then my mother lost her mother, then my grandma lost her mother, then I fucked around and lost my cousin
Never thought I never see muffin
Never thought Fellow spot will get busted
Shit fucked a whole bunch of money
Lord save me, save me
Power like a mason, mason
Dreams come true gotta chase it, chase it
If you love something embrace it
The bond we share can’t break it
I’ma give you my heart don’t break it
Me and you girl that’s amazing
If you ever leave I’ll be waitin’
Come back to me girl, I wanna take you and show you off girl
I wanna take you and travel the world
I wanna dip you in diamonds and pearls
Hope I make some, gotta make some
The way we was raised up we might take some
You know a nigga love gettin’ papaer
This a real nigga celebration

[Outro]
Yeahh, yeah
See we unstoppable
You know we done been through so much you can’t stop us
You know
Yeahh, yeah
True story, this is my story
Long Live Nut forever
Yeahh, yeah
This is my story
True story
Hope we make some, gotta make some
The way we raised up might take some
This a real nigga celebration

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Future – Rich $ex

I got my diamonds on
You got your diamonds on
Watches on watches
I looked at her and I said, "Beautiful"
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Baby let’s go have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Rich sex, bitch

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Never made love to a misfit
You never made love to a misfit
Come and kick a deal on some rich shit
I’ma keep it pimpin’ on some rich shit
We can do the show on the jet lift
Fuckin’ in the air on the jet, bitch
We can do the [?] over Vegas
Hundred thousand dollars for a watch, count fetti
Kiss on a nigga with his chains on, glistenin’
Fuck so good, got both of us dizzy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Do it lowkey, profile, get busy
Got the Audemars Piguet on fleek
Got my number one freak in the sheets
And all she want is the D
And for me to keep this ice on me

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex

Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s stop for a while, have recess
Let’s kiss for a while, have recess
Let’s touch for a while, have recess
Do it for a while like a replay
Let me see you wind that ass up like a DJ
Run that back like a DJ
I know you see this big face
Chandelier froze for a bad one
Come and kick game in your ear while I smash you
And I keep them thangs in my ear while I’m smashin’
And I catch you hot like the flame and the passion
And I got the flash on deck, no battery
And I have some Tom Fords on while you suckin’ me
Cuban link hang off my neck, to your neck from my neck
To my watch and my chain [?]

Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Make a little love on the rich sex
Baby let’s go and have rich sex
Baby girl, let’s have some rich sex
I’ma keep my AP on while I do it
We can keep an AP on while we do it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
You can keep your Rollie on when I get to it
When you look down, see my chains on
When you look down, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, see my chains on
When you’re ridin’ on me, keep my chains on (VVS)
Baby we can go and have rich sex
Baby girl, go and have rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex
You ain’t ever ever had rich sex