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every balmain - kodak black lyrics

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[intro]
(l beats)
my name ain’t louis, but i’ll strong*arm you n*ggas

[chorus]
rockin’ louis like i’m armstrong
b*tch, i think my .9 broke
i got every balmain top
b*tch, this d*ck is not yours
sweater with the rhinestone
bought my girl a pomeranian dog
d*mn near look like tom brady, yeah
if twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
if twelve pull up, we ain’t related
brand new baby, i surrogated
that money just keep on generatin’, yeah

[verse 1]
ran up and i came in it
givin’ it to her raw
say ariel for thanksgiving
i’ma switch your car, sweetie
i’ma show my boss i’m handlin’ business
that thing i rock be tailor*fitted
lil’ shawty love to give me meddеd top
pullin’ up, cullinan, all season
i ain’t bluffin’, i’m callin’ it how i see it
my n*ggas do numbers, we undеfeated
had everything but a mausoleum
big bank on me like two [?]
fish tank look like museum
shawty got me woozy
girl, why you wore that two*piece?
remember stealin’ mopeds
the molly keep me on edge
lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
i’ma show my boss i’m handlin’ business
that thing i rock be tailor*fitted
lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
[chorus]
rockin’ louis like i’m armstrong
b*tch, i think my .9 broke
i got every balmain top
b*tch, this d*ck is not yours
sweater with the rhinestone
bought my girl a pomeranian dog
d*mn near look like tom brady, yeah
if twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
if twelve pull up, we ain’t related
brand new baby, i surrogated
that money just keep on generatin’, yeah

[verse 2]
(ha, ha, ha, ha)
kutthroat bill, kodak black
i’m slayin’ her, i’m slayin’ her
you p*ssy n*ggas don’t wear enough
i ain’t even tryna get jammed up
keep switchin’ up, brand new android
feel like the feds be watchin’ me everywhere i go, i’m paranoid
still keep a .9 millimeter on me
all my fingers got super bowl rings
how you gon’—, how are you sleepin’ on me?
lil’ n*gga, i do big ole’ things
mask on ’cause these b*tches be sick
racks on me, ’bout to pay for a hit
keep hand sanitizer ’cause you n*ggas be dirty
bet i get all of my balmain early
catch me outside, lil’ n*gga, it’s lit
my p.o. fine, i’ma tell her to quit
she already know i got meth in my p*ss
everybody know it be death in this b*tch
f*ck what the paper say, that ain’t my jit
if brady pull up, n*gga, that ain’t my stick
the police be askin’ ’bout murders and sh*t
i’ma stand up, n*gga, i’ll take me a sit
k!ll bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
i’m gleerious, they curious
i’m sweatin’ up b*tch, i respect my d*ck
i won’t f*ck no ho’ on her period
shawty say she want cc, i ain’t even got no email
i’m pullin’ up, cullinan, all season
pullin’ up, cullinan, all season

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