Lyrics:
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy sin'ers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fuckin' Patti LaBelle
like Patti LaBelle
"Never mind if I carry on", like Pharell
Baby (baby) , gimme di cell
Cause a fimmi wireless, anuh fi Digicel
Call me fi gimme di titty
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
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters
By time I get through wreckin your jaw
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore
Why should I
LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rollin' stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin' I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass
lookin' for that paper that they can't tax
Yayo so clean, I told 'em call it, "Ajax"
Hialeah celebrated when Fidel died
Patti LaBelle, who knew that we
LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rollin' stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin' I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass
Holla at ya when I come off tour
I'm lookin' for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanel under
As I sit back relax
puff a blunt/sip a Becks
think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
for fuckin Patti Labelle
oooh
She be in the kitchen like Patti LaBelle
With a bunch of jokes all day like Dave Chappelle
A checkbook queen who had a manager well
And a bedroom,
Ladies and gentleman, the preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the building
Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque how we used to do
to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody?
Check it out, uh-huh, yeah
Oh, what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead
Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher?s son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin?
let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
Ladies and gentlemen
The Preacher's son
Patti LaBelle is in the buildin'
Let's celebrate, have a basement party
A barbeque, how we used to do
breaking the rules
Patti LaBelle, gotta a new attitude
Bought me a house, ice out my neck
Go to the hood, get my granny the rest
I see those haters, I
to the oil
I had it for sell but y'all fagots would tell
Go to jail and start singin' like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gon' back in a cell, you rat and you did
to just be singin' hooks
What I look like?
Patti LaBelle or somebody?
Check it out, uh-huh, yeah
Oh, what a night
You should be like Missy 'stead
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)
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
La-Belle
And if I ever was to fall I fell upon ya
Like ?? I made my mind I come to con ya
I see females I tell them yo my word is bond huh
Like Terri
LaBelle
Living in paradise and not in hell
Di way yuh son a get big not even words can tell
Well say Papa yuh never get fi witness
How yuh son a hot
status
It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell
And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies
Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick
Digable
I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that
I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on
It's only Logic, we got 'em mobber than
u'll get out ya cell
Horns singing like Patti LaBelle
Gma said she love me live well
I'm living good Parallel
Ridin 808s it's Carousel
Tlkin
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