Lyrics:
back girl I ain't letting go
She my Patti Cakes Patti Cakes Patti Cakes Patti Cakes Patti Cakes Patti Cakes
How could I let you go, how could I let you
through the back door (get up)
I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up)
We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up)
Keep
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
how she be lookin' at my diamonds
Ain't gon' lie that bitch fine ass hell
Ain't gon' lie that bitch like
She makes them birds sing like Patti LaBelle
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti Dooke
(It's the Patti, what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (oh)
Runnin' through the trenches, it's
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
hero
I ain't no hero
Sponge bob with the Krabby Patty's
Patti Labelle with the Patti's Pies
Sauced up in the mirror homie like mirror mirror don’t tell
Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
Rock like patti la-belle
Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
Dissect the true kids gettin set up
represent
They say a way to a man's heart is through his stomach
But I know a shortcut that's through the chest which ain't too far from it
Ain't fuckin'
through the back door (get up)
I know LaBelle, we were so much more (get up)
We worked it, and earned it, God knows we deserved it (get up)
Keep
I catch my inspiration
The manuscript they're saving is the one
I scratched my name in
This is by love, to love, through love
True love
Turn
if you see me with the nigga
I rock shows by myself
Ain't no backup, ain't no help
Ain't no nigga put me on
Ho, I earned all my respect
When you
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
assisted on the microphone
More like Patti Labelle, on my own
Just single-handed, the mic I commanded
Phony MC's don't understand it, and it
Is the real
great
Yeah, don't ever come for me
Got a stick, I named it
Patti LaBelle, it sing a song for me
And I know her ex, he want me to die
He had enough of me
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
and hundreds
I ain't sell my soul nigga I'm just hot, y'all niggas is funny
Dave Chappelle, Patti LaBelle, I'm singin to the money
All they wanna hear now about
again and we're gonna keep on marching
I make your mouthpiece obese like Delores
While I'm flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
Eating all
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
think of you
Like Patti Labelle if you only knew
I ain't taking and L
Neither is the crew
I got drip for sale
Pray they wish me well
Shorty bad as hell
business never
On my page tryna put two and two together
Don't matter who it I'll give it to whoever
Ain't never hiding we outside I'm with whatever
On god I
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
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
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