Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Every Balmain, artist - Kodak Black. Date of issue: 05.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Every Balmain |
| Rockin' Louis like I’m Armstrong |
| Bitch, I think my .9 broke |
| I got every Balmain top |
| Bitch, 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’ma 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 niggas do numbers, we undefeated |
| Had everything, but the mausoleum |
| on me like 2am |
| Fish tank 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 |
| Bitch, I think my .9 broke |
| I got every Balmain top |
| Bitch, 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 pussy niggas don’t wear enough |
| I ain’t even tryna 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' nigga, I do big ole' things |
| Mask on 'cause these bitches be sick |
| Racks on me, 'bout to pay for a hit |
| Need hand sanitizer 'cause you niggas be dirty |
| Bet I get all of my Balmain early |
| Catch me outside, lil' nigga, 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 bitch |
| Fuck what the paper say, that ain’t my jit |
| Be ready to pull up, nigga, that ain’t my stick |
| The police be askin' 'bout murders and shit |
| I’ma stand up, nigga, I’ll take me a sip |
| Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt |
| I’m gleerious, they curious |
| I’m sweatin' up, bitch, I respect my dick |
| I won’t fuck 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 |