Every Balmain Lyrics – Kodak Black
Singer: Kodak Black
Title: Every Balmain
(L Beats)
My name ain’t Louis, but I’ll strong-arm you n#gg#s
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
b#tch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
b#tch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah
Ran up and I came in it
Givin’ it to her raw
[?] for Thanksgiving
I’m switch your car suite
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
I ain’t bluffin’, I’m callin’ it how I see it
My n#gg#s do numbers, we undefeated
Had everything, but the [?]
Fish take look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealin’ mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
b#tch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
b#tch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Cut throat bear, Kodak play
I’m slayin’ her, I’m slayin’ her
You p#ss# n#gg#s don’t wear enough
I ain’t even tryna get jammed up
Keep switchin’ up, brand new Android
Feel like the feds be watchin’ me everywhere I go, I’m paranoid
Still keep a .9 millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon’—, how are you sleepin’ on me?
Lil’ n#gg#, I do big ole’ things
Mask on ’cause these b#tches be sick
Racks on me, ’bout to pay for a hit
Need hand sanitizer ’cause you n#gg#s be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil’ n#gg#, it’s lit
My P.O. fine, I’ma tell her to quit
She already know I got [?] in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this b#tch
f#ck what the paper say, that ain’t my jit
Be ready to pull up, n#gg#, that ain’t my stick
The police be askin’ ’bout murders and sh#t
I’ma stand up, n#gg#, I’ll take me a sip
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
I’m gleerious, they curious
I’m sweatin’ up b#tch, I respect my dick
I won’t f#ck no ho’ on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain’t even got no email
I’m pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
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