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i’m so awesome - kodak black lyrics

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uh, hopped out to spray, then i hopped in the wraith
yeah, i’m havin’ fun today
step on these n*ggas and dave and i play
yeah, that’s what my mama say

get you some money, you stay here, you payed
you can’t be sittin’ in my mansion all day
i go to prison, i’m havin’ my way
mmm

go to morocco and f*ck on a fine ho’, i’m so, i’m so awesome
think how she fine and she gon’ get designer
no, b*tch, you’ll drop somethin’
jay my dawg, you know, he been my whitney

f*ck with him low and he known me since peewee
remember them times i was f*ckin’ on fifi
yeah, uh, thanks for them letters, real nice, you get cc
all of my b*tches be yellow, like beezy

flex on these n*ggas, i make it look easy
i’m draggin’ my nuts, they be all on my fiji
drippin’ on these b*tches, they eatin’ my spit up
ran out of gas, i’ma need me a fill up

she say i rate the b*tch, no, but i bet her
i got too much money, ain’t doin’ no sit*up
hopped out to spray, then i hopped in my bag
yeah, i’m in my birkin

shoutout to gucci, i think that’s my dad
yeah, i was just jerkin’
i hit the woah ’cause i like that lil’ dance
i be on go, you gon’ live where you stand
pull out the ghost, i’m too rich for a band
mmm, yeah

louis be callin’ me daddy and sh*t, uh, that’s my baby
shorty be throwin’ her kids on me, hmm, ’cause they need savin’
this how i’m livin’, i’m deadass
end of your girl, your lil’ head ass

like when you callin’ me daddy, haha
daddy, zaddy, pullin’ up, i’m on the addy
they searched the crib and i still got a gun in the attic
i done got real and established

this wasn’t ‘posed to happen, ’cause i was just jackin’ and stuff
i turn a n*gga to maggots, yeah, he dead, flies everywhere
i done created the fabric y’all n*ggas be jackin’, so they gotta pay me to wear
courvoisier is a poor, n*gga, drink

but i’m drinkin’, you need a license to share
i’ma see y’all like a z and i z who i z, that’s just the way that i am
courvoisier is a poor, n*gga, drink, but i drank it, i tank it
i keep some saks in the mac and it shake in my blanket, the blanket

i keep security ’cause i’m tired of shootin’
i be on tears and my eyes be googly
big dumbass rupees on all of my toothies
ass shots, i put that fire on your booty

hop in and spray soon as i hop out the coochie
i’m a clean lil’ n*gga, i’m awesome
i got a whole lotta demands
i ain’t want a benz, so i bought my dawg one

i don’t be countin’ the maybach truck
even though it’s a benz, i don’t it count though
thirty inch rounds, gotta mount it though
i’ma treat you like you weren’t my ram before

candy paint lambo’, just hopped out to spray
i keep some bands on me, just to go play
run out of family, you n*ggas okay
you ain’t got no parents and you just in my way

step on these n*ggas, i stand on the hoes
cutthroat n*gga, yeah, anythin’ go
i hop out the ‘ville, fixin’ my pistol
pounce out on n*ggas, i look like i’m tiger

- kodak black lyrics

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