letra de kodak ft. black josh - chlobocop
intro:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b-tch
don’t c-ck when poppin’
i’m f-ckin’ on top of models and sh-t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
-pew-pew! powww!-
bend that back, get dizzy -b-tch-
bend that back, make her bend that back on
make that ass clap in them jeans
hook:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b-tch
don’t c-ck when poppin’
i’m f-ckin’ on top of models and sh-t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
verse 1:
eenie, meenie, miney, moe
what the f-ck you runnin’ for?
shut the f-ck up, the 5-0 is at the next door!
-open up!-
break a motherf-cker’s legs, leave ’em like a vegetable
-better mix this sh-t-
mix that sh-t
quick credit so it’s best to go
get the benz and all
-b-tch i want the benz, b-tch i want the benz and aaaaaall!-
l!ck a b-tch in the bathtub
but she covered in the bubbles, but i hit her with the assh0l-(?) -ass!-
bum fat, bring that little bum back
girl, you know you’re gonna feel it when i l!ck a little faster
-bada-bum- kodak in the backseat
-bum-bum- kodak, call me naaaaaasty
-rrrrrrdddoooooohhh!-
come, kodak, call me naaaaaasty
hook:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b-tch
don’t c-ck when poppin’
i’m f-ckin’ on top of models and sh-t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
verse 2 [black josh]:
all my product’s dead -mm-hmm-
surprise, surprise, empty bags of white and we’re off our head
got a new strain and my bud is chlobocop, she peng
not a lotta friends
all i needed was some gwop to spend
we lost connection like the wi-fi
off and on again
big smiles when they’re droppin’ dead
i’m a baby face and a big ‘ard crip -yeah-
phat zoot on my n-ggaaa lips -ooh!-
got the brain, i was feelin’ quick
she heard the rumours that (?) is big
her friends sayin’ now she missin’ this
broke my chain, got a missin’ link
lost my mind, it’s the missin’ link
represent my arms, so my skin is inked
c.u.l.t. – d-mned!
l.v.l.z. – gang!
til that day that i’m!
six feet deep’s my plan
fans think i ain’t been a part, of what i’m on, i was at the start
dvl gng, my heart
straight dog, better let it bark
hook:
no flockin’, talkin’, no mockin’
we poppin’ bottles of fizz
she got that shooter
i’m full up from all the food in this b-tch
don’t c-ck when poppin’
i’m f-ckin’ on top of models and sh-t
she rock my goggles
i got up, she saw the gun on my hip
-pew-pew! powww!-
bend that back, get dizzy -b-tch-
bend that back, make her bend that back on
make that ass clap in them jeans
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