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paddy kake - waka flocka flame lyrics

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[intro]
ay, ay, ay
ay, lex luger on the beat so what the f-ck you think?

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
i’m in the traphouse, b-tch we ain’t servin’ [?]
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
no cap, got good clean for your nose
every play i catch, i break it with the bros

[verse 1: krazy blacx]
wipe the cocaine off your nose, quit that crazy stuff
she just snorted off the stove, you some freaky f-ck
she just wanna f-ck, [?]
i got two-hundred for you if you bring her
[?]
i’m so young n-gga, 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 n-gga ball, i ain’t work with [?] snitches, take ’em off
last n-gga tried to snitch, you know we knocked ’em down
i ain’t lyin’, i keep 21, they ride with me

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
i’m in the traphouse, b-tch we ain’t servin’ [?]
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
no cap, got good clean for your nose
every play i catch, i break it with the bros

[verse 2: loudiene]
six figures on my neck (for real)
i’d die for my respect (for real)
f-ck a b-tch, chase a check (for real)
if you owe me money, where’s it at?
f-ck a nine, that’s a tech [?]
i came up off a set (for real)
[?]
[?]
[?]
i’m in love with the drugs, i got issues
[?] bricks on groupie hoes

pink toes, white hoes
white hoes, white toes
traphouse like stove
dually truck, overload
i throw the load on a stripper (for real)
i f-cked her twice ’cause i tipped (for real)

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
hundred k, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
i’m in the traphouse, b-tch we ain’t servin’ [?]
we got bows, we ain’t sellin’ no os (n-gga)
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 (flocka!)
no cap, got good clean for your nose
every play i catch, i break it with the bros (with the bros)

[verse 3: waka flocka flame]
bow! bow! bow!
all you heard and what you seen was gunsmoke
f-ck that n-gga b-tch slow, pull up, he a no-show
whole hood on go, [?]
when we ride on a n-gga we get loaded lambos
you a opp, hoe (hoe)
nine times out of ten, the hood gon’ f-ck your hoe
how could you respect a n-gga and you know he snitchin’?
n-ggas grew up ninja turtles, that ain’t how we livin’
i’m in the double-r drop and the top missin’
phone call away, the brick man pull up
rich -ss n-gga, big gut, tattoos, and icy
waka flocka flame and ain’t no other n-gga like me

[chorus: waka flocka flame]
paddy cake, paddy cake, bake a brick (bake a brick)
i’m in the traphouse, b-tch we ain’t servin’ [?]
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

[outro: waka flocka flame]
squad!
you gotta work hard, f-ck n-gga, get off your -ss, catch your own play, f-ck n-gga
on god, n-gga
[?] squad!

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