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Patty Cake
Kodak Black Lyrics


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Sniper Gang
Ayy, I like this lil' beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I'm sippin' on Belaire (uh-huh)
Ayy, I'm finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil' picture on
What this called? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine (today gon' be a good day)

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Yeah, that a way
I'm 'bout to grab the Wraith, I'm 'bout to grab the key
I'm 'bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin' that today gon' be a fantastic day
I'm gettin' tired of this Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It's either I win or you lose, because I won't accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I'm sippin' on Belaire 'cause it make me feel like I'm on ecstasy
I love my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin' on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I'm 'bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit 'em with that drum, ayy

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

My chain VVS
I'm booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin' Power Ball
Sippin' on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane's
No time for you lames, I'm flyer than a plane
I'm ridin' like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin' with your eyes closed, you ain't Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her meet my connect
I put her thick ass in the 'Vette, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my mama out the 'jects

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Overall Meaning

In the intro to the song "Patty Cake," Kodak Black is heard saying, "I'm finna paint a picture, finna paint me a lil' picture on." This line serves as a preview of the song's content - Kodak Black describes his luxurious lifestyle and brags about his success. He starts off by stating that he's sipping on Belaire, a champagne, and that his girlfriend is from Bel-Air, a wealthy, upscale neighborhood in Los Angeles. He then continues to boast about his car, a whip from Germany, and his cool demeanor, which he compares to that of rapper LL Cool J.


The chorus is where the title of the song comes in. Kodak Black raps, "I clap a n**** like patty cake." This line refers to the hand game, patty cake, where two people clap their hands together in a rhythmic pattern. However, Kodak Black is using it metaphorically to say that he'll defeat his opponents easily. The lyrics that follow continue to affirm his confidence and assertiveness, with lines like "I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu" and "My rims taller than my son, I'm 'bout to drop another one."


Overall, "Patty Cake" is a braggadocious, upbeat track that showcases Kodak Black's success and confidence.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
I am drinking Belaire and my girlfriend is from Bel-Air.


My whip from Germany, I'm cooler than LL
My car is from Germany and I am cooler than LL (Cool J).


I clap a nigga like patty cake
I attack (or shoot) someone nonchalantly, like playing patty cake.


I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I have great style, charisma, and self-confidence, like the Ragu pasta sauce.


I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I prefer my girlfriend's pubic hair to be shaved, and I call her Caillou.


I'm 'bout to grab the Wraith, I'm 'bout to grab the key
I am going to take my Rolls-Royce Wraith and its key.


I'm 'bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I am going to take someone's girlfriend and ejaculate on her face.


I got a feelin' that today gon' be a fantastic day
I am optimistic that today will be a great day.


I'm gettin' tired of this Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
I am getting bored of my Rolex watch and considering buying a Patek Philippe.


It's either I win or you lose, because I won't accept defeat
I have a winner mentality and will not accept losing.


And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
Everyone wants to be stylish like me, but I have something they don't.


I'm sippin' on Belaire 'cause it make me feel like I'm on ecstasy
I am drinking Belaire because it makes me feel euphoric like ecstasy.


I love my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin' on her feet
I love my girlfriend, and when I come home, I give her foot massages.


My rims taller than my son, I'm 'bout to drop another one
My car's wheels are bigger than my son, and I am considering buying another car.


You think a nigga in a band the way I hit 'em with that drum, ayy
I am so good at rapping and attacking people that you might think I am in a band and playing the drums.


My chain VVS
My chain has VVS diamonds.


I'm booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I am ready and have more drugs than a CVS pharmacy.


I'm the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
I am very confident and cool, so I don't care if I have stains in my underwear.


All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin' Power Ball
I have so much money that it is like winning the Powerball lottery.


Sippin' on champagne, my whip on Dana Dane's
I am drinking champagne and driving my car that is similar to Dana Dane's car.


No time for you lames, I'm flyer than a plane
I have no time for boring people, and I am more stylish than a plane.


I'm ridin' like a train, she love to give me brain
I am driving fast, and my girlfriend loves to give me oral sex.


You shootin' with your eyes closed, you ain't Sniper Gang
You are shooting blindly, and you are not part of the Sniper Gang.


She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
My girlfriend supported me when I was away, so I bought her an expensive watch.


I love her like I love my brother, so I let her meet my connect
I love my girlfriend like I love my brother, so I introduce her to my drug dealer.


I put her thick ass in the 'Vette, ten bracelets on her neck
I put my girlfriend's impressive buttocks in my Corvette, and she is wearing ten bracelets.


You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my mama out the 'jects
You know I, Kodak, love to show off my wealth, and I helped my mother leave the projects.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Benjamin Dyer Diehl, Courtney Clyburn, Dieuson Octave, Khaled Mohammed Khaled, Nick Seeley

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Comments from YouTube:

Justin Freels

I love the tingling feeling you get when listening to songs from good parts of your life.

lilhell

Paul Rendon goofy

Pablo

@lilhell how is he goofy?

Freeshooter 408

The likes are my birthday

Diabla

Stop cuz yes

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Enzo

Kodak never disappoints

ItsAnAct

bro came back years later LMAO

abudu saaka

@ItsAnActit’s his best song

Lierin Lindquist

Love kodak. I don't care what ppl say about him, he got lyrics, not even just bars, but actual lyrics... And he got the club brangers like this golden apple

KAI

Kodak got mad bars.Its like kodak himself doesn’t know how good he is

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