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Easter In Miami (Explicit) - Kodak Black
Lyrics by：Anthony Michael Howard/Bill K. Kapri/Hamilton Bohannon/Nick Seeley
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 with the G-SHOCK
Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top
Vulture bird chain colored money like a peacock
I don't do too much talkin' with the b***hes 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 got an 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 a day
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 the stick make you blink got my crew drumming
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
I'm splat to splat
These n***as be droppin' back to back like dominoes
Grabbin' n***as like it's miny-mo we gleerious
N***as 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 n***as plottin' through my peripheral
Real n***a they wanna copy my material
But I'm cut from a different kind of silk than you lil' n***as
And them city girls got all these b***hes milkin' you lil' n***as yeah
I never blow I been done killed one of you lil' n***as yeah
I'm sendin' locs as soon as I get out 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
F**k 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 b***hes like it's Ritalin
We be jumpin' out the pen I really handled it
Lil' n***as swingin' out that van it be embarrassing
Lil' n***as swingin' out that van like he don't care again
Shoutout to Ray we made a bag on top of Maryland
We had a misunderstanding but n***a we better than
And these n***as they be b***hes they be checkin' in
These n***as chicken they be layin' eggs
And I ain't happy 'til I get my million
Now b***h call me Dirty Dan
Now b***h come and do your dance
Straight gas comin' straight gas at ya a*s
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 f**ked up ho'
I don't know what the f**k you think we are
Look at me jumpin' out the van like I'm Lil Guwop
And these meds got me chewin' up my chewop
I'm chewin' up my muppy I'm lockjaw
Last n***a said f**k me he knocked off
I'm chewin' up my muppy I'm chewin' up my chewop
I'm chewin' up my muppy I'm lockjaw
Last n***a said f**k me he knocked off ayy
He knocked off yeah
Boy stop playin' with a n***a like I ain't imperial
I'm the biggest Z n***a I'm Zuperior
Zuperior
