Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feb 14, artist - Kodak Black. Date of issue: 13.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feb 14 |
| Ladies and gentlemen |
| All that lil' slick shit, all that lil' fake ass shit |
| When I be readin' that shit, man |
| Y’all don’t really fuck with me, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| You don’t really fuck with me |
| So stop actin' like you fuck with me |
| 'Cause I ain’t gon' act like I fuck with you |
| And put that shit on blast |
| Ayy |
| Ayy, you don’t really fuck with me, so you could just cut it out |
| I see you know I peep what you all about |
| You ain’t fuckin' over me, I rather fuck your mouth |
| You just wanna roll with me and soak up all my clout |
| Gettin' tried of niggas reachin' out and tryna talk |
| So much flavor, all these haters keep on droppin' salt |
| (Ooh, I fuck with that) |
| I ain’t even write it down, Red Skelton |
| Laugh out loud, uh, clown, uh uh |
| I ain’t never go through no heart surgery (uh, yuh, yuh) |
| 'Cause I can’t see no lil' hoe hurtin' me (ayy, ayy) |
| But I done broke some hearts, ask my clergy, B (ayy, ayy) |
| I’m like how the fuck this nigga in front of me? |
| (ayy, ayy) |
| I’m like what the fuck, this nigga been watchin' me? |
| Like how this nigga sittin' here tellin' me about me? |
| Antoneisha say I was fightin' in my dream (ayy) |
| That lil' bih Chelsea say I’m fightin' in my sleep (yuh, yuh) |
| Got three angels on my team fightin' demons |
| Lil' bih, nigga, I kill, stealin', I be cheatin' (yeah, nah, nah) |
| Ain’t no grim, yeah, but I be reapin' (ayy, yuh) |
| Ayy, it’s Valentine’s Day, but I’m Halloweenin' (yuh) |
| I spin, bend, merry-go-round |
| Even when I’m married, nigga, I’m hoein' around |
| I don’t believe in karma, that shit is flaw |
| 'Cause I done let out rounds, and it didn’t come back around (yeah) |
| Identity theft (yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr) |
| That’s my occupation, I love to pop checks (identity theft) |
| I was the first in the ring, a Rolls Royce in my projects (yeah, ooh, ooh) |
| Don’t get me wrong, I love myself, but I love identity theft (ayy, ayy) |
| They ask me what’s my hobby, bitch, identity theft |
| I be runnin' up that money, gotta take a deep breath |
| I know what’s up, I keep my ear to the streets like I’m a elf |
| Fuck it, I’m writin' now, iPhone 7S |
| No, I ain’t like you Internet clowns, this a real bulletproof vest |
| I’m conditioned to the streets, grew up to the streets |
| I done grew up 'fore I ever went through puberty |
| I just gave a fool that business with that foolery |
| Start jackin' niggas and whackin' niggas, first I was snatchin' jewelry |
| I bag a nigga like groceries |
| Watch how you approachin' me |
| Fuck you, hoe, you could leave, ain’t no emotions to me |
| Drop a hoe like a 14 |
| I’m posted up, Dope Boy Ree’s |
| I gave my heart to the streets |
| But I got a soft spot for my old G |
| HBK, heartbreak kid, February 14 (yeah) |
| HBK, Heart Break Kodak, February 14 (yeah) |
| Touch everybody 'round the country, February 14 |
| Yeah, I’m lovin', and I’m thuggin', February 14 |
| On that coffee and that cocoa, I ain’t on codeine |
| I ain’t been on no lean, February 14 |
| Yeah, my trigger finger itchin', you would think I’m a dope fiend |
| February 14, yeah, this February 14 (ayy) |