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bonafide - kodak black lyrics

[intro]
n*gga, i’m bonafide, n*gga, homicide, ain’t nothin’ to prove
jada baby, this the view (sniper gang, sniper gang)
glee, glee
trust
post up with a real n*gga, bae (trust me, 1800)
glee
ayy

[chorus]
homicide, ain’t nothin’ to prove
certified, ain’t nothin’ fu’
hundred*round, i might pack a tool
ridin’ like i got nothin’ to lose
i don’t like when you with that dude
i feel like you should leave that fool
side n*ggas got feelings too
i feel like i’m your n*gga too
homicide, ain’t nothin’ to prove
certified, ain’t nothin’ fu’
hundred*round, i might pack a tool
ridin’ like i got nothin’ to lose
i don’t like when you with that dude
i feel like you should leave that fool
side n*ggas got feelings too
i feel like i’m your n*gga too
[verse]
i feel like i need more than him
i feel like i need way more m’s
you deserve like way more friendly
i deserve like way more time
thank you, lord, keep lettin’ me fly
even though i’m committin’ these crimes
all i know, i be slingin’ this iron
i should do like way more time
i deserve like way more money
finally, i be gettin’ my shine
minimizin’ all my guys
realizin’ n*ggas be lyin’
realizin’ b*tches be fake
ran in your door, i get down with the k
lovin’ your ho, keep a smile on her face
bet you ain’t know you gon’ die when you wake
bet you ain’t know you gon’ die when you wake up
i be on facetime with you with no makeup
i be on facetime with you when you work
i like to be the lil’ reason you smirk
i’m that n*gga that you call when you wake up
obviously, you want me to be first
where the h*ll that n*gga be when you hurt?
we gon’ survive in these streets, man, it’s worse
ain’t scared of sh*t, but i still go to church
sent a hundred, tell that boy free durk
since a youngin, done got a bunch of sh*t murked
f*ck ’em, i ain’t puttin’ nothin’ in a verse
kutthroat business, k!llers know my work
is you p*ssed? don’t owe you nothin’ when you skrrt
in the back of the bentley bustin’ off a perc’
all my n*ggas in prison, yours in the dirt
[chorus]
homicide, ain’t nothin’ to prove (yeah)
certified, ain’t nothin’ fu’ (uh*huh)
hundred*round, i might pack a tool (yeah)
ridin’ like i got nothin’ to lose
i don’t like when you with that dude
i feel like you should leave that fool
side n*ggas got feelings too
i feel like i’m your n*gga too
homicide, ain’t nothin’ to prove
certified, ain’t nothin’ fu’
hundred*round, i might pack a tool
ridin’ like i got nothin’ to lose
i don’t like when you with that dude
i feel like you should leave that fool
side n*ggas got feelings too
i feel like i’m your n*gga too

[outro]
k!ll bill, big man, bam*bam (bill, yeah)
k!ll bill, big man, bam*bam
yeah, this sound like the one
never be able to smash sh*t
ktb, kutthroat business, kutthroat bill, k!ll that boy, k!ll that b*tch too
and k!ll that baby
f*ck it, f*ck it
throw the baby in the oven, yeah
throw that baby in the ocean, yeah

- kodak black lyrics

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