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Bodak Yellow
Kodak Black Lyrics


Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B?
'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit
Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit
Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man, like, ayy

Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (ayy, ayy, ayy)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (yah, yah, they're bloody shoes, bloody shoes)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy)
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (woo! yah, yah, yah, bih', don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I don't dance now, I make money moves (yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy)
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves, (woo!, bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (nigga, I don't fuck with you, ayy, I don't fuck with you)
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (yah, I make money moves)

I ain't worried 'bout her, that's an old ho
You thought I was comin' with my old flow
Kodak ain't come to take no photo
I don't even pull up in a four door
I just hit a lick, hit the lotto
All my life smokin' on JoJo
He was just posted up with dough though
Now he gettin' slammed by the popo
Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit
I can't leave the streets, I love this shit
Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch
I ain't never take a risk for a petty lick
I'm at Digital Heights and I'm goin' on a heist
Dead presidents, John Kennedy
Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest
When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah)
Christian Louboutin (yeah)
These ain't Louis Vuittons (huh)
Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae
I wanna top me a Nae Nae
Now I'm in a white whip, no mayonnaise
Stole a new car for me, Audi A8
Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat
Try me, I'll do the race like I'm Tay-K
It ain't no flockin' over here, lil' buddy
All of us zombies over here, lil' buddy
All of us robbin' 'cause we love your money
Got our own money, but we love your money
Crack a nigga's head wide open like a pumpkin
Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin
Young nigga, I got old hundreds
Smokin' K2 with my bumpkins (woo!)

Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (woo!)
These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (woo, woo!)
Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ayy, woo!)
I don't dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy)
Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!)
If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves)

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Anthony G. White, Belcalis Almanzar, Dieuson Octave, Jordan Kyle Lanier Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, Laquan Jarmal Green

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Zoe life or no life wicks da one 26 / 13

Young nigga, I got old cash
Spazzin' on they ass
I got Prada on my hoe ass
Got my last one mad
Pop a nigga like a damn tag
Shoppin' on they ass
I just bought a new old Jag
Yeah, it's so fast
Smokin' flocka, you a jackass
All I smoke is gas
Don't you ask me where the pole at
Where your clothes at?
I ain't talking 'bout my niggas
Dammit, but y'all tripping, too
Is it you? Damn, my nigga
What the hell got into you?
Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway
I was skipping school
On my Ps and Qs
On them jiggas, call me jiggaboo
Bleeding concrete, bet you
Niggas won't come 'cross the street
Pardon me, I don't talk to you
So don't you talk to me
I ain't dissin' on nobody B
I'm vibin' on the beat
Honestly, I'm just trying to be
I just gotta be
Tryin' to get over on anything
They tellin' lies to me
I spent five on my pinky ring
She love my diamond ring
Anyway, I'm married to the game
She said her vows to me
I ain't getting on my knees
Bae, you bow down to me
You go down for me
You lay down and do the time for me
Sorry, boo, yeah, I lie to you
But don't you lie to me
It's little Kodak, the finesse kid
Boy who hot as me?
Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid
I smoke broccoli
I will run around your
Whole board like Monopoly
Ol' boy, you's a broke boy
Flocka's got you beat
Chocolate, call me Reese's
Can't catch me without the piece
C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down
You falling off your feet
I will trick your ass for a treat
Call it Halloween
Yeah, that money's
What I play for, call it lottery
Goddamn, you's a clown to me
You's a clown to me
You can't smoke no Black & Mild with me
Get in the car with me
You a funny guy
Don't you even joke around with me
How could it be? Get from 'round a G
You grounded from me
I'm a freeband junkie, you a junkie
You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting money
Want some food? Boy, you hungry
I want them hundreds, hundreds



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Veroosh Tarot & Astrology Horoscope

4 Years still sick af

Amor

7 years still sick as hell

African American

7

oopstoppa_

7 now

srlxes

well i hope you get better.

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Kolin

Bro this song is so fuckin legendary. That Piano, drums and snare in the beginning with that perfect flow. Gets my hype every time.

Kolin

@Eduardo Juarez 👊

Eduardo Juarez

I was your 1000th like mane

BooostedF350_

Look up part 2 he kills it

Jenny Potts

🔥

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