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letra de weather - babykoda

[intro]
stacy, you k!lled this sh-t
ayo smerk, what you cookin’ up?

[chorus: babykoda]
i’m feelin’ cold, check the weather
[?] guys on the sweater
she know koda sick, but now koda feel better
got burberry on me with stripes and umbrellas, wait
she know that i’m a trendsetter
how you fell in love and you ain’t even met her?
got rocks in my codeine, balenci’ my sweater
then iced out my rollie, now time tickin’ better, whoa

[verse 1: babykoda]
pour a four, we chasin’ cheddar
make me a k!ller, now it’s gеttin’ severed
i touch mе a million, now i’m livin’ better
house in la, [?], wait
[?]
if we on his block, then you know we gon’ spin it
and you got locations, so you better pin ’em
how you get backstage and you ain’t even twinnem, whoa
last take, it went crazy
b-tches all in my dm and wanted my baby
n-ggas can’t say that they made me
i do this sh-t on my own, yes, i was never lazy
shoutout to smerk and stacy
i’m from the city where you know you could never raise me
and n-ggas, they thought they can take me
but i’m in the stu’ with my gang and you could never change me
choppers be kickin’, these n-ggas be b-tches so you know i’m blowin’ hot sh-t in his face
i’m on a come up, so [?], so n-ggas decided to hop on the wave
i feel like gunna the way i been slimy and movin’ real smooth like a muhf-ckin’ snake
and i’ma just pass it to capzlock, the way he be spittin’, he changin’ the muhf-ckin’ pace
[verse 2: capzlock]
i’m ’bout to change up the pace
i got my bands right now in the back of the safe
and no, i won’t switch up my gang
i’m slidin’ with koda ’cause you know he always my gang
i’m finna link wit’ yo bae
we go outta town and i’m takin’ her out on a date
and i got the ice in my veins, i’m right in yo’ block and you know that i’m uppin’ the a
i shoot that boy outta range
they be sons, be my clones, yeah, i call ’em the [face?]
and i’m finna walk out in bape
run up my block and you know that i’m lettin’ it spray
tryna be people you ain’t
i work up my money, i guess that’s the key of the game
you know i be keepin’ it straight
pour up the wock’ while i’m takin’ a hit off your stray

- babykoda

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