Lyrics:
the cat barracuda (Damn)
Pockets on Mario Judah
(Woah) My niggas slimy like snail
(Woah) Cookin' like Patti LaBelle
(Woah) Ice on my wrist, it won't melt
like Patti Labelle
Nigga, I was born ready as hell
You just ready to fail
A couple setbacks now you ready to sell
And I ain't buying it
I'm playing
name been ringin a bell
Made it sing like Patti LaBelle
Lose her voice like shawty Adele
She want that computer love, I said, "Bitch
Go get you a Dell"
Know wassup when you see me
I ain't never been a g
But I was born by the river
In a tent word to Sammy
I got Baltmore blood
Know some niggas keep
money, you ain't one of us
She showing that Patti LaBelle
She giving it up
I'm probably gon fuck and not tell
That lil bitch in a rush
Jumped in the game
I'm Late but I'm Here Though
She Like God You My Hero
Run Up those Robert Dineros
Capt. Save Em (shh)
Hey, You Cant tell me I aint no Hero
I aint no
slimy as ever
Just got me some cake feel like Patti LaBelle
And I Don’t hesitate I ain’t askin’ no questions
I know that I’m great I been stacking up
like Patti LaBelle
Cute little waists
And a fatty as well
She too much work so I’m swapping my Shifts
Talking that shit but I’d still never tell
Grab me
know I'm vegan but coming with beef
Patti Labelle how you love and you need
Under a spell when I planted my seed
I'll whack you tomorrow not talking bout
sugar free
Always keep the counter clean
Got you begging'on your knees
Bon appetite bae eat, bae
Brown sugar caramel
Ding ding Patti LaBelle
Sweet
sugar free
Always keep the counter clean
Got you begging'on your knees
Bon appetite bae eat, bae
Brown sugar caramel
Ding ding Patti LaBelle
Sweet
patty face, I call it Patti LaBelle now
I'm praying that I come up,
They praying that I stay down
If you only knew
What type of time I'm on
Hoes think I'm
You could turn the mic down a lil' bit
c'mon
M-are Dot M-A-N be
Double O-B-O-N-I-C (*4X*)
[Boobonic]
Excuse me bitch what's your name
The rap critics say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I
The rap critics say I can rhyme
The fiends say my dope is a nine, every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I
back
You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no game
Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it's no thing
Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind
Patti Labelle used to make me
Drift away play Stevie play Sam Cooke any day yeah
We dance all night to the song they play
Weekend come again do it
Patti Labelle used to make me
Drift away play Stevie play Sam Cooke any day yeah
We dance all night to the song they play
Weekend come again do it
the town, yeah
And you had to hold your woman real close When Smokey starts to sing
Temptations, Marvin Gaye,
Spinners all the way
Aretha Franklin
Patti
tux with a suede lapel
They'd never think I used to sling pies like Patti LaBelle
Watching two bitches eat each other while I'm pickin' my nails (woo)
I told the bitch you wanna make some money you can sell yourself
Help yourself
Be about the cheese like a patti melt
I'mma a make choppa sing some
thought I went broke so I copped that Patek, uh, Patti LaBelle
Real cheetah print skin inside of my jacket, uh, you know I dress well
On the stage my fans
the commas
(Yea I have)
Baby moms like a actress
She always with the drama
(Damn)
45 on me feeling like I’m MJ
Told you I’m a shooter hit my target when the m
a new attitude
Call me Patti LaBelle
I'm still lookin' at you
Bad boy and le Belle
Back healthy
Will I walk up to you
Only time will tell me
'Cause I'm
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