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kodak - bronclair lyrics

[intro]
woah, (fifteen hundred), woah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
woah, woah, woah, woah
(f*ck goin’ on, f*ck goin’ on maajins)

[chorus]
i got b*tches on my phone, they wanna throwback
i been gettin’ really rich, i hope you know that
groupie ho approached me, said she want a kodak
walk off with a big bag, wherever i am
[verse]
i see the green light, b*tch, we on go
smell it on me when we walk in the store
smoking that good gas, you already know
and all these n*ggas they lames, they hoes
b*tch, i never fold, sellin’ out shows
stop calling me like, please stop hittin’ my phone (woah)
she love my fits, she love my fashion
talk down, put that boy in a casket
ride ’round, yeah, i’m goin’ faster
head down, b*tch, i know yo’ tactics
i shot up, like a motherf*cking elastic
f*ckin’ yo’ ho like magic
d*mn n*gga, i need a med kit

[chorus]
i got b*tches on my phone, they wanna throwback
i been gettin’ really rich, i hope you know that
groupie ho approached me, said she want a kodak
walk off with a big bag, wherever i am

[outro]
(fifteen hundred)

- bronclair lyrics

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