Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Easter In Miami , by - Kodak Black. Release date: 03.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 got the G-SHOCK |
| Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top |
| Vulture bird chain, colored money, like a peacock |
| Only do the talkin' with my bitches, 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 to, got my recruits runnin' |
| 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 niggas be droppin' back to back, like dominoes |
| Grabbin' niggas like it’s miny-mo, we gleerious |
| Niggas 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 niggas plottin' through my peripheral |
| Real nigga, they wanna copy my material |
| But I’m cut from a different kind of city than you lil' niggas |
| And them city girls got all these bitches milkin' you lil' niggas, yeah |
| I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil' niggas, 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 |
| Fuckin' 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 bitches like it’s Ritalin |
| We be jumpin' out the pen, I really handled it |
| Lil' niggas swingin' out the van, it be embarrassing |
| Lil' niggas swingin' out that van, |
| Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland |
| We had a misunderstanding, but nigga we be better than |
| And these niggas, they be bitches, they be checkin' in |
| You niggas chicken, they be layin' eggs |
| And I ain’t happy 'til I get my million |
| Now bitch, call me Dirty Dan |
| Now bitch, 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 fucked up, ho', I don’t know what the fuck 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 nigga said fuck 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 nigga said fuck me, he knocked off, ayy |
| He knocked off, yeah |
| Boy, stop playin' with a nigga like I ain’t imperial, uh |
| I’m the biggest Z, nigga, I’m superior |
| Superior |