Easter In Miami Lyrics – Kodak Black
Singer: Kodak Black
Title: Easter In Miami
I’m great, beyond better
I’m a capital letter Z
All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks
Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a sea hawk
Cuban link chain and the feds with the G-SHOCK
Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top
Vulture bird chain, colored money like a peacock
I don’t do too much talkin’ with the 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 got an 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 a day
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
I’m splat to splat, these n#gg#s be droppin’ back to back like dominoes
Grabbin’ n#gg#s like it’s miny-mo, we gleerious
n#gg#s 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 n#gg#s plottin’ through my peripheral
Real n#gg#, they wanna copy my material
But I’m cut from a different kind of silk than you lil’ n#gg#s
And them city girls got all these b#tches milkin’ you lil’ n#gg#s, yeah
I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil’ n#gg#s, yeah
I’m sendin’ locs, as soon as I get out, 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
f#ck 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’ n#gg#s swingin’ out that van, it be embarrassing
Lil’ n#gg#s swingin’ out that van like he don’t care again
Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland
We had a misunderstanding, but n#gg#, we better than
And these n#gg#s, they be b#tches, they be checkin’ in
These n#gg#s 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 f#cked up, ho’, I don’t know what the f#ck you think we are
Look at me jumpin’ out the van like I’m Lil Guwop
And these meds got me chewin’ up my chewop
I’m chewin’ up my muppy, I’m lockjaw
Last n#gg# said f#ck me, he knocked off
I’m chewin’ up my muppy, I’m chewin’ up my chewop
I’m chewin’ up my muppy, I’m lockjaw
Last n#gg# said f#ck me, he knocked off, ayy
He knocked off, yeah
Boy, stop playin’ with a n#gg# like I ain’t imperial
I’m the biggest Z, n#gg#, I’m Zuperior
Zuperior
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