
Flirting With Death Kodak Black (Ft. GorditoFlo)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Flirting With Death" от Kodak Black (Ft. GorditoFlo). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro]
(Zeuz)
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I've been thuggin' as a child like I'm livin' in the wild
Look up and see the moon smile, you with me all the while
I'm comfortable in danger, grew up in juvenile
I love to play with bangers, I'm flirtin' with the graveyard
Kiss my 45, just got it yesterday
I trust my AK, but I don't even trust my bae
I'm makin' murder plays, it put smiles on my face
To get a nigga murdered, I be flirtin' with the grave
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
A nigga better not piss, if he try, he better not miss
A nigga wave his stick, I think he tryna blow a kiss
A nigga better not diss, he gon' be right on the list
Got somewhere else to be, so I ain't fightin' with my fists
They hatin' for no reason, can't even tell me why it's beef
Just keep this in between, we ain't gotta make a scene
Shit was just a dream, never thought that I could blow
I mean, I knew that I could blow, but I ain't think that I would blow
I'm a skillful guy, it ain't like don't nobody know
My relations with that fire, probably die right in the No'
I need another soul just so mine can be relieved
Blood all on my sleeve
(Zeuz)
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I've been thuggin' as a child like I'm livin' in the wild
Look up and see the moon smile, you with me all the while
I'm comfortable in danger, grew up in juvenile
I love to play with bangers, I'm flirtin' with the graveyard
Kiss my 45, just got it yesterday
I trust my AK, but I don't even trust my bae
I'm makin' murder plays, it put smiles on my face
To get a nigga murdered, I be flirtin' with the grave
[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
A nigga better not piss, if he try, he better not miss
A nigga wave his stick, I think he tryna blow a kiss
A nigga better not diss, he gon' be right on the list
Got somewhere else to be, so I ain't fightin' with my fists
They hatin' for no reason, can't even tell me why it's beef
Just keep this in between, we ain't gotta make a scene
Shit was just a dream, never thought that I could blow
I mean, I knew that I could blow, but I ain't think that I would blow
I'm a skillful guy, it ain't like don't nobody know
My relations with that fire, probably die right in the No'
I need another soul just so mine can be relieved
Blood all on my sleeve
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.