Every Balmain Kodak Black Lyrics. Main song words are I got every Balmain top B^^ch, this d^^k is not yours Sweater with the rhinestone Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog Damn, that look like Tom Brady.
Every Balmain Kodak Black Lyrics
(L Beats)
My name ain’t Louis, but I’ll strong on you n^^gas
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
B^^ch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
B^^ch, this d^^k is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that 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
Ran up and I came in it
Givin’ it to her raw
[?] for Thanksgiving
I’m switch your car suite
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
I ain’t bluffin’, I’m callin’ it how I see it
My n^^gas do numbеrs, we undefeatеd
Had everything, but the [?]
[?] thing on me like [?]
Fish take 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
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
B^^ch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
B^^ch, this d^^k is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that 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
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Cut throat bear, Kodak play
I’m slayin’ her, I’m slayin’ her
You p^^sy n^^gas don’t wear enough
I ain’t even tryna 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^^ga, I do big ole’ things
Mask on ’cause these b^^ches be sick
Racks on me, ’bout to pay for a [?]
Need hand sanitizer ’cause you n^^gas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil’ n^^ga, it’s lit
My P.O. fine, I’ma tell her to quit
She already know I got [?] in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this b^^ch
F^^k what the paper say, that ain’t my jit
Be ready to pull up, n^^ga, that ain’t my stick
The police be askin’ ’bout murders and sh^t
I’ma stand up, n^^ga, I’ll take me a sip
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
On [?], they curious
I’m sweatin’ up, b^^ch, I respect my d^^k
I won’t f^^k 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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