Waka Flocka Flame feat. Loudiene, Krazy Blacx - Paddy Kake Lyrics

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Ay, ay, yay
Ay, ay (Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you think?)

Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
I'm in the traphouse, bitch we ain't servin' nicks
We got bows, we ain't sellin' no Os
We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
We made millions in the trap, we want mo'
No cap, got good clean for your nose
Every play I catch, I break it with the bros

Wipe the cocaine off your nose, girl, quit that crazy stuff
She just snorted off the stove, you some freaky fuck
She just wanna fuck, for a hunnid buck
I got two-hundred for you if you bring her
I'm so player, nigga, I can't wait to trick you
I'm so young nigga, and I'm really gettin' it
I got Michigan for real, and they really gimme
Any time I call, they gon' flood the kitchen
Young nigga ball, I ain't worryin' 'bout those niggas snitchin'
Take 'em off, last nigga tried to snitch, you know we knocked 'em down
I ain't lyin', I keep 21, they ride with me
The one to die, best believe they let it slide

Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
I'm in the traphouse, bitch we ain't servin' nicks
We got bows, we ain't sellin' no Os
We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
We made millions in the trap, we want mo'
No cap, got good clean for your nose
Every play I catch, I break it with the bros

Six figures on my neck (for real)
I'd die for my respect (for real)
Fuck a bitch, chase a check (for real)
If you owe me money, where's it at?
Fuck a nine, it's a tech
(?)
I came up off a set (for real)
(?)
I ain't got bullets, these mischiefs
Shit, we in paper like tissue
Shit, I'm in love with the drugs, I got issues
Shit, I clap the bricks on groupie hoes, shit

Pink toes, white hoes
White hoes, white toes
Traphouse like stove
Dually truck, overload
I throw the load on a stripper (for real)
I fucked her twice 'cause I tipped (for real)
Yeah, I throw the Honda on the (?)

Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
I'm in the traphouse, bitch we ain't servin' nicks
We got bows, we ain't sellin' no Os (nigga)
We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
We made millions in the trap, we want mo' (Flocka!)
No cap, got good clean for your nose
Every play I catch, I break it with the bros (with the bros)

Bow! Bow! Bow!
All you heard and what you seen was gunsmoke
Fuck that nigga bitch slow, pull up, he a no-show
Whole hood on go, gov'ment on convo
When we ride on a nigga, we get loaded Lambos
You a opp, hoe (hoe)
Nine times out of ten, the hood done fuck you, hoe
How could you respect a nigga and you know he snitchin'?
Niggas grew up Ninja Turtles, that ain't how we livin'
I'm in the Double-R Drop and the top missin', tuh
Phone call away, the brick man pullin' up
Rich ass nigga, big gut, tattoos, and icy
Waka Flocka Flame and ain't no other nigga like me

Paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
I'm in the traphouse, bitch we ain't servin' nicks
We got bows, we ain't sellin' no Os
We drivin' lows, sendin' word coast-to-coast
Fill his body up with holes, wipe his nose
We made millions in the trap, we want more (f-f-flex)
No cap, got good clean for your nose
Every play I catch, I break it with the bros

Squad!
You gotta work hard, fuck nigga, get off your ass, nigga
Catch your own play, fuck nigga
On god, nigga
(?)
Squad!