Kodak Black - Easter in Miami lyrics

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Kodak Black - Easter in Miami lyrics

[Intro] I'm great, beyond better I’m a capital letter Z [Verse] All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a sea hawk Cuban link chain and the feds got the G-SHOCK Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top Vulture bird chain, colored money, like a peaco*k Only do the talkin' with my b*tches, pull my meat out They go petite, I stay rockin' Felipe I ain’t no chico, but they call me Felipe, yeah I copped the Rollie ain't nobody else had And by the time you was on AP, I was already on Patek Crab legs and shrimp and we sippin' Chardonnay They all on the drip, they envy me, like Charlamagne Talkin' like a pimp (Yeah), switchin' different broads today I'm walkin' with a limp, Kodak, baby follow me And the Corduroy matchin' with the blue hundreds How the old school Jag cost me new money? Like the cars got feet, got the coupe runnin’ I be hangin’ out the Jeep, like, who want it? I be squeezin' on her cheeks, like who woman Like the stick make you blink, got my crew drumming LJ, young legend out of Pompano Lime green Lamb’, I ain't slimy, but I'm grimy though Your buddy, he be perkin', he ain’t no killer, but he be robbin' though Splat to splat, these ni**as be droppin' back to back, like dominoes Grabbin' ni**as like it's miny-mo, we gleerious ni**as fallin' like geronimo, it's serious (Pop, pop) Don't get it twisted, we some killers like we serial (Pop, pop) I'm the G.O.A.T., but it's ostrich by material I know you won't, but I be cautious when I'm nearing ya 'Cause I can see you ni**as plottin' through my peripheral Real ni**a, they wanna copy my material But I'm cut from a different kind of silk than you lil' ni**as And them city girls got all these b*tches milkin' you lil' ni**as, yeah I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil' ni**as, yeah I'm sendin' locs, as soon as I get out, I spin it quicker, yeah (Yeah) Like eskimo, got so much drip runnin' down my ligaments, yeah Stick in the trunk, get rid of it, yeah fu*kin' with the toast, like cinnamon, yeah (Yeah) Cutthroat, I ain't no gentleman I'm in the backseat, I'm the triggerman On these Percs, I'm on these b*tches like it's Ritalin We be jumpin' out the pen, I really handled it Lil' ni**as swingin' out the van, it be embarrassing Lil' ni**as swingin' out that van, [?] Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland We had a misunderstanding, but ni**a we be better than And these ni**as, they be b*tches, they be checkin' in You ni**as chicken, they be layin' eggs And I ain't happy 'til I get my million Now b*tch, call me Dirty Dan Now b*tch, come and do your dance Straight gas, comin' straight gas at ya ass I'm comin' straight gas I made a statement, but I ain't never made a statement, ain't it Back to back Foreigns in the hood before I made it, ain't it She don't wanna work, she wanna trick off and get famous, ain't it You got me fu*ked up, ho', I don't know what the fu*k you think we is Look at me jumpin' out the feds like I'm lil guwop And these meds got me chewin' up my chewop I'm chewin' out my muppy, I'm lockjaw Last ni**a said fu*k me, he knocked off I'm chewin' out my muppy, I'm chewin' up my chewop I'm chewin' out my muppy, I'm lockjaw Last ni**a said fu*k me, he knocked off, ayy He knocked off, yeah Boy, stop playin' with a ni**a like I ain't imperial, uh I'm the biggest Z, ni**a, I'm superior [Outro] Superior