Kodak Black

Kodak Black - Corrlinks And Jpay songtekst

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Ear Dummers

Sniper gang

Mike WiLL Made-It



I'm like a fiend, know what I mean? I need 

everythin'

No homie, this ain't lean, I'm drinkin' lemonade

I ain't talkin' blinds but I'm blowin' Mary Jane

You would think I'm blind 'cause I be rockin' heavy 

shades

I gotta keep the fire, try me, gotta let it rain

'Cause I be walkin' round with a big scary chain

On when I'm posted up, I'm sellin' candy cane

Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate

I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope 

locker

I drop the 5 in the Duce like I'm Hurt Locker

Don't make me run up in your gig 'cause I'm a show 

stopper

I got 99 bands, I ain't got no problems

Ayy, repeat what you just say, you don't want no 

problems

I'm patient, when she give me head, I call her dome 

doctor

I keep a pep in my step like I'm pimp talkin'

I run up in your home like I'm a caller coppin'

I got lil shawty, hold that reefer now she cooer 

boppin'

When I jump up in that bitch, I be thot hoppin'

All this Perc' in the lean got me sleep walkin'

I'm booted up, Molly Jolly, I don't need coffee

I'm tryna blow the f**k up, try crack me down

They got me on the seventh floor, I'm tryna hit the 

groud

I'm tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me 

down

I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down



Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay



For all my niggas waitin' on some pictures through the 

callin'

I know your people ain't keep it real like they supposed 

to be

Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can 

eat

That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the 

streets

I just hit my cousin one today, do it like email

I know that feelin' that you feelin' and I love you, 

fam

Like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam

Them f**kin' niggas eatin' zoon zoons and waaa waa

And your girl got a new nigga but she gon' leave when 

you release

Feel like everybody shakin', they be lotyal for a 

week

That boy a Jimmy totin Black you a profit, nigga

Come here, spit that real shit that be like God sent 

you



Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay

Corrlinks and JPay
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