Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kodak, artist - Freeway. Album song Free Will, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Kodak |
Tell them I’m back, nigga, this shit is back on! |
Them suckers killed my nigga, Jack, I brought the strap for 'em |
I love my squad like Barry Bonds, I go to bat for 'em |
Run up on you, pull your cap for 'em, yeah I’m that bul |
It’s State Prop, nigga, O & Mac home! |
My brother Sigel healed up, this shit is back on |
If my homey go away, pick up the slack for 'em |
Hold 'em down, buss a trap for 'em, yeah I’m that bul |
We riders only death can divide us |
Pull a homi', catch a body and won’t say shit about it |
We will air shit about it so if you hear shit about it |
Just keep it to yourself and you won’t have no problems |
We appreciate the fame because we came from the bottom |
If you short with my change I’ll put the thing to your mama |
Got that white in the house and I named it Obama |
You can save all the comments, we just came for the commas |
If you want it, I got it |
Hit that stage and I rock it |
Cop that car and I drive it |
I be on autopilot |
I got Benjis in pocket |
I got women in pocket |
If she get outta line |
Put her back in the pocket |
I done been around the world |
And I’m back, would you look at that? |
And I’m quick to tell a hater |
What ya lookin' at? |
I got a reason to ball |
If it wasn’t for them pictures wouldn’t see me at all |
And I say |
Take a picture cause it last longer |
Would you, we still around because we last long, little nigga! |
Got the rhythm like the Blues Brothers |
Call this Kodak, I see ya true colors, fucker |
We about to bomb on y’all niggas like Hiroshima |
I need to see them out of here like a bad cavity |
Call me the dentist, me and your chick be playin' tennis |
Cause I throw it at her and she throw it back at me |
What’s happenin', haters wanna Gat me |
100 worth of jewelry on the kid, they wanna nap me! |
Never let 'em get to me so I’m ridin' with my hammer |
Check Laighton in Atlanta, on my way to Tallahasee |
I’m fancy, I’m hood, but I stash a lot |
I’m art in the flesh, I’m Basquiat |
Realest rapper, I don’t care if he’s nice or not |
Spread white, get rid of the pain like Icy Hot |
If you want it, I got it |
Hit that stage and I rock it |
Cop that car and I drive it |
I be on autopilot |
I got Benjis in pocket |
I got women in pocket |
If she get outta line |
Put her back in the pocket |
I done been around the world |
And I’m back, would you look at that? |
And I’m quick to tell a hater |
What ya lookin' at? |
I got a reason to ball |
If it wasn’t for them pictures wouldn’t see me at all |
And I say |
If you want it, I got it |
Hit that stage and I rock it |
Cop that car and I drive it |
I be on autopilot |
I got Benjis in pocket |
I got women in pocket |
If she get outta line |
Put her back in the pocket |
I done been around the world |
And I’m back, would you look at that? |
And I’m quick to tell a hater |
What ya lookin' at? |
I got a reason to ball |
If it wasn’t for them pictures wouldn’t see me at all |
And I say |