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maybach van - kodak black & tto k.t. lyrics

[intro: kodak black]
you left for me dead, baby, tell me why
don’t care to text me check on me make sure i’m still alive
yeah, i heard you got a man, that made me cry ([who?] are you?)
(cash kelly on the track, boy)

[chorus: kodak black]
you left for me dead, baby, tell me why
don’t care to text me check on me make sure i’m still alive
yeah, i heard you got a man, that made me cry
i don’t even need to know him yet, i know i hate that guy
you left mе for dead, baby, tell me why
you don’t carе to check, see if i’m still alive
heard you got a man, and that made me cry
i don’t even know him yet, i know i hate that guy

[verse 1: kodak black]
in the maybach van p*ssing standing up
crushing heavy xans in a sippy cup
i say yes to drugs, have your b*tch be up, rich off cardi b
“bodak yellow,” bently truck
b*tch can’t get me up, ho let me see my car
look like you beating a pot, me and you kodak bop
turnt like mardi gras (gras), smoking molly rocks (rocks)
you can have my heart (playa), baby, ’cause i still got my glock (glock)
make my gat go bang (bang), i’m getting kurt cobain (cobain)
boy you bold as h*ll, lol, that’s your man
[verse 2: tto k.t.]
burn the b*tch, i’m a magnet, i’m cutthroat, n*gga, ask yak
i like more b*tches in here than n*ggas, the ratio gotta be that
can’t front on the kid, we walk in the back
can have what you want, only ask
you’re tripping, relax, the code got crest
we now x*men, bad b*tch, she a yes man, not with a pedestrian
in the course of that lambo’ fog
put ten in the bed, and there’s stars
heard the p*ssy wet, i’m paused
trap n*gga like reese chris rallo
my city worse than chicago
that sh*t for you, baby, i tell her pick it up
she can peep you ain’t the one for real, the jig is up
this b*tch preserve my youth, misconception in the room
girls really want the truth, soon as you tell
you’ll be living proof never tell a b*tch sh*t
f*ck ’em, keep ’em out the mix, hoes jumping d*ck to d*ck
n*gga jumping cl!ck to cl!ck, man this sh*t got me sick
they throwing sh*t up at the wall, they try to see if it stick
eating out records, i go get the bag and make it quick
ptsd, i almost k!lled a fan, he wanted to take a pic
already worth a hundred, just ain’t receive my payment yet

[outro: kodak black]
yeah, yeah, p*ssing standing up in the back of the maybach van
say you gon’ ride or die, but you ain’t ride, so you better be dead
i’m a vulture, n*gga, i know how to fly, you already know how i land
hold up, one more again
yeah, p*ssing standing up in the back of the maybach van
say you gon’ ride or die, but you ain’t ride, so you better be dead

- kodak black tto k t lyrics

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