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"Kodak Black - There He Go"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - There He Go |
Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we 'bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackas took my.40 so I'm 'bout to go buy a Draco

Ay, Lil Kodak on the beat I got that bass, ho
Boy I drop that shit that they be waitin' for
I like the Beamer but I'm about to go cop a Wraith tho'
I done peeped your true colors, boy you a rainbow
I got Space Jams on my feet, I'm on the moon
I'm really lit, so I ain't gotta use no auto-tune
Yeah, I'm the shit, but you know damn well I ain't number two
I'm in this bih' around some niggas who ain't got nothin' to lose
But shawty got that head, she got that fire brain
She know I love the head, I love that migraine
You ain't never run off with a boss ainna
She know a nigga be stunting like a Power Ranger

Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we 'bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackas took my.40 so I'm 'bout to go buy a Draco

These ain't Ray-bans, these Saint Laurent shades, ho
The way my niggas hit your block, you'd think it's Halo
No more home invadin now, I'm on the radio
I don't even like to fuck, I only want fellatio
I done jumped out to that bag, baby check my swag
Money fallin' out my ass, I got a lot of cash
Ay, everybody runnin', nigga got a gun
I ain't makin' beats but the Draco got a drum
I don't wear no fuckin' Yeezys, I got too much sauce
Like I don't believe in Jesus, how I triple cross
I ain't even brush my teeth, but I'm on the block
I ain't even brush my teeth, all I do is floss

Look, every time you see me I'm surrounded by them snipers
You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh?
I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up
Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you
Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago
Everybody love me, when they see me they be like, "There he go!"
Got me a new lady, we 'bout to take a trip to Mexico
Crackers took my.40 so I'm 'bout to go buy a Draco
Lirik | Kodak Black - There He Go |
"lirik Lagu There He Go"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: There He Go
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Why They Call You Kodak"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Why They Call You Kodak |
Alright, the name Kodak Black! How'd you get the name Kodak Black? How'd you get the name Kodak Black?
I mean, it's a lotta ways I could explain it. You know what I'm sayin'?
Brrr, glee, Sniper Gang, ayy
I say, "Man, you gotta let me in the club with my Ruger, man, you got to"

Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it
Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it
Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga

I'm on probation, but I'm slidin' and not even 'posed to be out
But I'm lurkin', tryna come see what your press about
See, when it's 'bout me, I'ma slide, run in yo' house
See, when it's 'bout me, niggas die, 'cause I'm in my prime
I ain't got no time to do no beefin', like I'm a vegan
See when it's pressure, I ain't sleepin', I ain't doin' no tweetin'
And I'll violate to get a pussy nigga straight
And when I pull up, when I'm bussin', that shit out the gate
And I don't leave no shells around with my thirty-eight
And I ain't wearin' a suit, but I'll catch me another case
I ain't no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I'm in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it
Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it
Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga

I shoot a pussy nigga like I'm doin' a film
I don't lay up, I cross up like I'm in the gym
I got my shooters with me posted with me under the rim
I got my sniper on the bleacher, you don't even see him
I got a Beamer, but I'm slidin' late night in the kill
And I ain't playin' football, but I'm really in the field
And Lil' Kodak, I be flashin', I'm scared of snappin'
And I ain't doin' a show if I can't come in with my ratchet
A nigga ever snap my chain, I'ma stop rappin'
These niggas don't really be 'bout the issue, they just be cappin'
I ain't no engineer, but I got that toolie on me bih
And when I'm in the club, I got that Ruger on me bih

Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it
Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga
Everywhere I go, I got my shooters with me
I ain't goin' in the club, can't bring my Ruger in it
Ain't no cameraman, but I'll shoot a nigga
Now why they call me Kodak? 'Cause I'll shoot a nigga

I mean, it's a lotta ways I could, I could explain it. You know what I'm sayin'? I be livin' for the moment.
Yeah, I could explain it that way. That's some fly shit. I think. I ain't no cameraman though, but I'll shoot a nigga.
I just thought of that, really. People be asking me that question, in this shit. That's my new answer...
Lirik | Kodak Black - Why They Call You Kodak |
"Lirik Lagu Why They Call You Kodak"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Why They Call You Kodak
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Feeling Like (Feat. Jeezy)"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Feeling Like (Feat. Jeezy) |
***Kodak Black***
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a body
He even dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
I told him to just do it and don't talk about it
And once you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
I'm livin' like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
'Cause I'm about to see out the end
I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be after me
And every time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
All of 'em got a game plan on try to catch me
Think about my life, every night I'm smokin' grabba leaf
I think about my homies in the system
I think about my homies 'cause I miss 'em
I wish you could call me to come get you, my nigga
You miss Christmas, my nigga
You miss Easter, my nigga
You missin' out on your children
The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin'
I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm feelin'
Lil Kodak I'm gone

I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy

***Jeezy***
Yo, my daughter got a nanny for her other nanny
Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy
Two mil on wheels, that's in my garage
Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large
Trip to Lauderdale, reupped in Parkway
50/50, make it back, that's what the odds say
Y'all pray for us, we on the turnpike
And if them lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber
See niggas lose they life, nigga lose their minds
Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind
And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of time
Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain't right for ya
But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
All I know is that these chains take a way this pain
Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer frames
Mad luck just hit the last house
My paranoid ass Bentley, got the cash out
I feel like niggas don't want me to be great
Until you're made but they're inside, G's fake
Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
But the devil got me workin' for this rap money
They tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today
Rich nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way

***Kodak Black***
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me
I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me"
I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy
Lirik | Kodak Black Feat. Jeezy - Feeling Like |
"Lirik Lagu Feeling Like"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black & Jeezy
Lagu: Feeling Like
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Top Off Benz (Feat. Young Thug)"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Top Off Benz (Feat. Young Thug) |
***Young Thug***
Be in your broad
I'm 'bout to be in your broad

Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I'm high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna (?) the dog (new Chanel)
I'm 'bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin' in
Got the Hermès on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don't make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin' for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on 'em like I'm Peja Stojaković
I diggin' your bitch with a lot of dick
I'm promisin' to God, I'ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that's behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I'm high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna (?) the dog (new Chanel)
I'm 'bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

***Kodak Black***
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah 'cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon' let me paint her, yeah 'cause that what hoes do
I'ma treat you like a queen, yeah 'cause that's what royals do
She thinkin' we pourin' bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I'm pullin' up, foreign coupe
Your man don't get no loop, Timberland, I'm on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru'
You think a nigga soo woo, I'm bangin' on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

***Young Thug***
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I'm high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna (?) the dog (new Chanel)
I'm 'bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you 'bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin' your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin' your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon' drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof

Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I'm high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna (?) the dog (new Chanel)
I'm 'bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)
Lirik | Kodak Black Feat. Young Thug - Top Off Benz |
"Lirik Lagu Top Off Benz"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black & Young Thug
Lagu: Top Off Benz
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Off The Land"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Off The Land |
The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I'm sucking on her titties

I'm painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin' like you in it
I don't make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don't live my life, when you hear my songs you'll feel like you lived it
I don't got no lady 'cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don't do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I'm sucking on her titties

Ain't talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I'm booted up, ain't talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I'm sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I'm calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I'm Ron Artest
All you bitches you can't touch this like I'm MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I'm fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won't even send a letter

The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I'm sucking on her titties
Lirik | Kodak Black - Off The Land |
"Lirik Lagu Off The Land"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Off The Land
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Side Nigga"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Side Nigga |
Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this
Ain't tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain't shaking him
I see that nigga, I'm slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain't shaking him
I see that nigga, I'm slaying him
You don't know what you could be
You ain't don't even know my pitch
Like you don't wanna be my bih
I'm tryna make you my bih
I don't wanna be your minigga
Don't wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I'm a be your man

Baby I ain't even playing
I just wanna be your man
Lately I been thinking
Wanna have some romance
I'm a treat you like a princess
Ain't gonna nowhere, I'm staying
Fuck them lil hoes, they hating
Ain't gonna nowhere, I'm staying
Tired of this other nigga, I know he a lame
I would X him out the fucking picture
But you won't tell me his name
I'm a crop him out the frame
I'm a find out where he stay
I'm a get that nigga slayed
But you don't wanna tell me his name

Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this
Ain't tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain't shaking him
I see that nigga, I'm slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain't shaking him
I see that nigga, I'm slaying him
You don't know what you could be
You ain't don't even know my pitch
Like you don't wanna be my bih
I'm tryna make you my bih
I don't wanna be your minigga
Don't wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I'm a be your man

You don't want me, then just tell me that
I swear to God I'll understand
Probably feel like I'm just a kid
I'm nineteen and you twenty-six
I'm infatuated with everything you do
But I'm tired of trying to impress you boo
So tell me what it is
And baby I'm a let you live
Baby I'm a let you be
Do you want him or you want me
Swear I don't wanna be your secondary
Lil Kodak crop him out the picture
Baby you just don't know
I ain't even got no hoes
I just wanna be your only though
That's only if you want me to

Fuck this shit, I'm tired of this
Ain't tryna be your alternate
Fuck it, you can stay with him
Obviously you ain't shaking him
I see that nigga, I'm slaying him
Why the hell you wanna stay with him?
Obviously you ain't shaking him
I see that nigga, I'm slaying him
You don't know what you could be
You ain't don't even know my pitch
Like you don't wanna be my bih
I'm tryna make you my bih
I don't wanna be your minigga
Don't wanna be your inferior
If you give me a chance
Baby I'm a be your man
Lirik | Kodak Black - Side Nigga |
"Lirik Lagu Side Nigga"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Side Nigga
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Post Malone - White Iverson"

| Lirik Lagu | Post Malone - White Iverson |
Double OT
I'm a new breed

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

I got me some braids and I got me some hoes
Started rockin' the sleeve, I can't ball with no Joes
You know how I do it, Concords on my toes
(This shit is hard)
I ain't rich yet, but you know I ain't broke, I
So if I see it, I like it, buy that from the store, I
I'm with some white girls and they lovin' the coca
Like they're OT
Double OT like I'm KD, smokin' OG
And you know me, in my 2-3s and my gold teeth
Bitch I'm smiling, bet you see me from the nosebleeds
I'm the new 3 and I change out to my new 3s

White Iverson
When I started ballin' I was young
You gon' think about me when I'm gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay

Ooh, Stoney

Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, 'bout my bread, man
I'm the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch I'm saucin', I do this often, don't do no talkin'
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans
I'm ballin', money jumpin'
Like I'm Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch I'm Harden, I don't miss nothin'
Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y'all can't stand it
I have it, I never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It's tragic, I make it happen, and all y'all Shaqtin'

White Iverson
When I started ballin' I was young
You gon' think about me when I'm gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

Saucin', saucin', I'm saucin' on you
I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' oh ooh
I'm ballin', I'm ballin', Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That's my shot, that's my shot, that's my shot, yeah
Spendin', I'm spendin' all my fuckin' pay
Lirik | Post Malone - White Iverson |
"Lirik Lagu Post Malone - White Iverson"
Penyanyi: Post Malone
Lagu: White Iverson
Album: Stoney
Rilis: 2016

"Kodak Black - Reminiscing (Feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Reminiscing (Feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie) |
***Kodak Black***
Off the head, shit, you know what I'm saying
Brr, off the dome man, I'm in

22 hours locked down, ain't shit to do a thing
I remember like it was yesterday, was drinking out the sink
I'm sitting back plotting, I'm just sitting back vibing
A nigga can't complain, I had to use my time wisely
I'm sleeping in a dorm, but they ain't send me off to college
I still got money buried from that lick I hit in Riley
I'm book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge
So there ain't nun' for you when you coming out the projects
So there ain't nun' for you when you coming out the slum
A mouth full of gold teeth, they think a nigga dumb
I got a handful of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
But I know when I go to talk, a nigga'll reconsider it
I know you niggas are trying to benefit
I ain't fucking with you a little bit
I ain't fucking with you at all
I ain't fucking with you at all
I was sellin' weed in middle school, just meet me in the halls
Right now I'm goin' in, but I was just behind the wall
This jail got me thinking, I feel like everybody flawed
I got too much to lose, but I'll still go at a nigga jaw
I'm down for the count, I'm never down for the cause
I made a million dollars off of shows and goin' hard

***A Boogie With Da Hoodie***
I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I'm reminiscing, yeah
I'm reminiscing, yeah
Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a 'Rari, it don't come with no apologies
I'm reminiscing, yeah
I'm reminiscing, yeah

***Kodak Black***
I remember everything, I done been through everything
I remember who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
Like Ray-J, got a bitch from the Bronx giving em brain
Like Ray-J I done walked through the motherfucking rain
Right now I done got too far to give a motherfucking feature
I'm the freshest man in high-school, but I'm a motherfucking senior
Lil shawty want to kick it, I told her I don't play FIFA
I jumped up out the Beamer, now I'm sliding in the regal
That pussy so tight but I be trying to go deeper
If she can make moolah she a motherfucking keeper
Reminisce about my niggas, reminisce about my homies
I'm thinking 'bout my niggas, I'm thinking 'bout my whoadies
I don't fuck with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
Got a booger in my nose, A Boogie on the chorus
A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run Forrest
I'll lose it about that money, I'll go dumb for it
I'm working like a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
I bought me a crib, thirty clip in my forty
She said that my baby, I told that bih let's go to Maury
Lame niggas get extorted, if it ain't foreign then it's boring

***A Boogie With Da Hoodie***
I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I'm reminiscing, yeah
I'm reminiscing, yeah
Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a 'Rari, it don't come with no apologies
I'm reminiscing, yeah
I'm reminiscing, yeah
Reminiscing, yeah
I'm reminiscing, yeah
Lirik | Kodak Black Feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie - Reminiscing |
"Lirik Lagu Kodak Black - Reminiscing"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Lagu: Reminiscing
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Corrlinks And JPay"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Corrlinks And JPay |
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

I'm like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin'
No homie, this ain't lean, I'm drinkin' lemonade
I ain't talkin' blinds but I'm blowin' Mary Jane
You would think I'm blind 'cause I be rockin' heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, gotta let it rain
'Cause I be walkin' round with a big scary chain
On when I'm posted up, I'm sellin' candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope locker
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I'm Hurt Locker
Don't make me run up in your gig 'cause I'm a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain't got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just say, you don't want no problems
I'm patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I'm pimp talkin'
I run up in your home like I'm a caller coppin'
I got lil shawty, hold that reefer now she cooer boppin'
When I jump up in that bitch, I be thot hoppin'
All this Perc' in the lean got me sleep walkin'
I'm booted up, Molly Jolly, I don't need coffee
I'm tryna blow the fuck up, try crack me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I'm tryna hit the groud
I'm tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

For all my niggas waitin' on some pictures through the callin'
I know your people ain't keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like email
I know that feelin' that you feelin' and I love you, fam
Like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
Them fuckin' niggas eatin' zoon zoons and waaa waa
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon' leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin', they be lotyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy totin Black you a profit, nigga
Come here, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Lirik | Kodak Black - Corrlinks And JPay |
"Lirik Lagu Corrlinks And JPay"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Corrlinks And JPay
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Tunnel Vision"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Tunnel Vision |
And Lil Metro on that beat

Lil Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'
They wanna see you in a penitentiary
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
My mama told me, "Boy, make a decision."
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
Lil Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'
They wanna see you in a penitentiary
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
My mama told me, "Boy, make a decision."
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin' all my homies on a mission
And I ain't tryna miss out on these millions

I jumped out of that Wraith, Kodak bought a Wraith
I get any girl I want, any girl I want
She want me to save the day, but I ain't got a cape
She wanna see me every day, she wanna be my bae
That money make me cum. It made me fornicate
Uh, I'm the shit, I need some toilet paper
Follow my player rules then we gon' be okay
On the real, I need a bih' who gon' cooperate

Lil Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'
They wanna see you in a penitentiary
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
My mama told me, "Boy, make a decision."
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
Lil Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'
They wanna see you in a penitentiary
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
My mama told me, "Boy, make a decision."
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin' all my homies on a mission
And I ain't tryna miss out on these millions

I told you niggas, I'm gon' be that fuckin' nigga
Everything be good 'til you doin' better than 'em
They wanna see a nigga shot or see me in the system
All you niggas out here poison like snake venom
Codeine in my liver, rockin' Balenciaga denim
I'm booted even when I'm sober, I don't need a jigga
They sendin' all my niggas on a fuckin' journey
I told that baby to come over 'cause I'm fucking horny
My mama told me, "Kill these niggas, son. Keep it going."
I'm thug to the bone, but I'm still her baby boy
Lil Kodak, boy, they hate to see you in a foreign
They miss when you was in that 'Yota kickin' door

Lil Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'
They wanna see you in a penitentiary
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
My mama told me, "Boy, make a decision."
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
Lil Kodak, they don't like to see you winnin'
They wanna see you in a penitentiary
I need me a lil' baby who gon' listen
Girl, I don't wanna be the one you iggin'
My mama told me, "Boy, make a decision."
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
They sendin' all my homies on a mission
And I ain't tryna miss out on these millions
Lirik | Kodak Black - Tunnel Vision |
"Lirik Lagu Kodak Black - Tunnel Vision"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Tunnel Vision
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Conscience (Feat. Future)"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Conscience (Feat. Future) |
***Kodak Black***
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Glee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

***Future***
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it's the same name
Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane
Fucked that slut behind the dumpster for some cocaine

***Kodak Black***
Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be smooth (cool), he put a potato on a barrel
I kick her dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a lace 'cause she ain't got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn Warrior

***Future***
Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries
Run my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

***Kodak Black***
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

***Future***
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

***Kodak Black***
I know my niggas, they be missin' me
So I be posted on the straw
I don't even care about how much cash I see
I'm always gon' be in the 'No
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray
I'm sorry mom ain't mean to bring you through so much pain
I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way
Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid

These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
Lirik | Kodak Black Feat. Future - Conscience |
"Lirik Lagu Kodak Black - Conscience"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black & Future
Lagu: Conscience
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Save You"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Save You |
Hold me down
Hold me down, hold me down
Just hold me down
Hold me down
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye

Hold me down so I can bless you
I'm coming for the rest too
Girl I'll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I'm coming straight to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin' me don't save that girl
But girl I'm gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

I'm scared to show you how I feel
I ain't got no heart, but you the one that make me feel
How you would you take it, if I show you how I feel
It's somethin' bout you, I ain't even know that I could feel
Say you ain't the one, but I'm rocking with you still
Ain't about the sex, girl we could Netflix, we could chill
I'm here to stay, I love you like you my kid
And by the way, I want you to have my kid
My homie told me no, baby girl I'm gonna save her
I think they might be right, I'm just gon' regret it later
Money over bitches, but girl I love you like the paper
Cause when you with me, I don't even want to get no paper

Hold me down so I can bless you
I'm coming for the rest too
Girl I'll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I'm coming straight to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

I stopped hanging with my homies, ain't listen to 'em
They tried to tell me you wasn't for me, ain't listen to 'em
That you my motherfucking one, you got me whipped
And I done chased you like the month
I like the way you walk, like the way you flip your hair
Too easy to give up wanna show you back here
I'm a treat you like my shooter, me and you girl we're a pair
I'm a treat you like my food, baby I don't wanna share, you
Make me forget that I'm a jit
Cause baby when I'm witcha
I don't even think about the streets
And when I'm witcha
I don't even wanna hear no beats
And if you leaving
I don't even know how I'm a breath

Hold me down so I can bless you
I'm coming for the rest too
Girl I'll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I'm coming straight to you
I'm on my way to you
I'm running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin' me don't save that girl
But girl I'm gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you
Lirik | Kodak Black - Save You |
"Lirik Lagu Kodak Black - Save You"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Save You
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Patty Cake"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Patty Cake |
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil' beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I'm sippin' on Belaire
Yeah, I'm finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil' picture
What this car? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavour, 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' have a fantastic day
I'm gettin' tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It's either I win or you lose, 'cause 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 left 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 him with that drum, ayy

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavour, 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 be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil' Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the 'jects

I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL
I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I'm swaggin', I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake
Lirik | Kodak Black - Patty Cake |
"Lirik Lagu Kodak Black - Patty Cake"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Patty Cake
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017

"Kodak Black - Twenty 8"

| Lirik Lagu | Kodak Black - Twenty 8 |
You know, project baby comin' up and shit
I was clutching on twenty-eight grams of crack cocaine
But then I fell in love with a twenty-eight year old
Both of them twenty-eight

My lil baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here selling yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-aye-aye-aye
I don't even got no medicate-aye-aye-aye
My lil baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here selling yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-aye-aye-aye
I don't even got no medicate-aye-aye-aye

I just dropped that twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I whipped it in my new play-aye-aye-ace
I put the pot on the floor
So it could stick a little more
Drop palm all over your door
So it could stick a lil more
Twenty-eight, that's my bae-aye-aye-aye
I spent a brick on my chain-aye-aye-aye
Thirty-six in my safe
Thirty clip to your face
You snatch my chain, you gon' die
So I would a nigga try

My lil baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here selling yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-aye-aye-aye
I don't even got no medicate-aye-aye-aye
My lil baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here selling yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-aye-aye-aye
I don't even got no medicate-aye-aye-aye

She twenty-eight, she got the whip
My first verse was water whip
Was 'bout my baby girl, she
Don't even like to go to work without me
I be selling yola
She was with me in the yoda
I met her on that ugly corner
Remember running with a poker
Out of state doing fraud-aww-aww-aww
That my baby, that my broad-aww-aww
I'm too young, girl that's illegal
I'm 'bout to let her meet my people

My lil baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here selling yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-aye-aye-aye
I don't even got no medicate-aye-aye-aye
My lil baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here selling yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-aye-aye-aye
I don't even got no medicate-aye-aye-aye
Lirik | Kodak Black - Twenty 8 |
"Lirik Lagu Twenty 8"
Penyanyi: Kodak Black
Lagu: Twenty 8
Album: Painting Pictures
Rilis: 2017