PATTY CAKE lyrics

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Okay, she think she running me, this b*tch just wasting her time
Okay, she with me for life I just send her to the crime
She want my heart but it's slime, I'm in the A with the iron
I'm in New York with the iron, I feel my ex like why
I feel like a Michelin man 'cause I'm a f*cking tyrant
I feel like a businessman 'cause I got all of these ties
It's crazy I'm living the life that I live, my opps just living to die
Hе told what he saw we shoot out his eyеs I'ma tell him difficult like this sh*t pride

[Verse 1: Chow Lee]
b*tch, I do not f*ck with my ex b*tch, I said what I want I don't text sh*t
I sound like I got on my template And I sold him a poor girl's purse
He playing Russian roulette and we ain't going nowhere but the set
And them bullets fire like bread and b*tch I'm a thugger he like sex

[Verse 2]
I felt my b*tch she a head I'm doing drugs till I'm dead
I just been rolling up meds
All of my wigs with bulletproof like I was running for pres'
I felt that b*tch in the back of my bed, yeah, I made her a fan
I got a brand new chance with this sh*t feel like a dam
I felt a b*tch named Carly and her friend looking like Sam
Hundred bands come in the mail I cannot wait till it land
I felt that b*tch and her friend that's why I feel like the man
[Verse 3]
Told my b*tch to wait up for this di*k and do not go to bed
I love all the noise her mouth make when she giving me head
We ain't waiting till the crib to f*ck did that sh*t in the car instead
No, I'm not from the stand but I'm still saying that I said
We ain't have no more cops so she said that's okay I'll do the hand
I hate when a b*tch c*nt dolo b*tch don't you know I'm a glam
Why the f*ck did you not bring a friend? I let it slide this time don't do it again
You smooth scarred you the pastor how the f*ck we still saying?

[Verse 4: Cash Cobain]
I'm going in for the win
Same thing I need a b*tch like Sam
Since you slacked I'm stopping my b*tches at 10
After I hit it I'm going with the win
He said after I hit it I'm going with the win
After I hit it I go to your friend and after I hit it I go to your twin
I f*ck up a car and I f*ck up a bin
Slacked I think I did it again

[Chorus]
Okay, she think she running me, this b*tch just wasting her time
Okay, she with me for life I just send her to the crime
She want my heart but it's slime, I'm in the A with the iron
I'm in New York with the iron, I feel my ex like why
I feel like a Michelin man 'cause I'm a f*cking tyrant
I feel like a businessman 'cause I got all of these ties
It's crazy I'm living the life that I live, my opps just living to die
He told what he saw we shoot out his eyes I'ma tell him difficult like this sh*t pride
[Outro]
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