Singer: Kodak Black
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Song: Easter in Miami
Kodak Black - Easter in Miami Lyrics (LRC) (03:44-224-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:39.10]I'm great, beyond better
[00:42.10]I’m a capital letter Z
[00:48.00]All black Dickies, no socks in my Reeboks
[00:50.40]Vulture bird tatted on my head, not a sea hawk
[00:52.80]Cuban link chain in the feds with a G-SHOCK
[00:55.30]Candy apple cranberry red with the tee top
[00:58.00]Vulture bird chain, colored money like a peacock
[01:00.50]I don't do too much talkin' with the bitches, pull my meat out
[01:03.00]They go petite, I stay rockin’ Philippe
[01:05.70]I ain't no chico but they call me Felipe, yeah
[01:08.60]I copped the Rollie ain't nobody else had
[01:10.80]And by the time you got an AP, I was already on Patek
[01:13.20]Crab legs and shrimp, and we sippin' Chardonnay
[01:16.30]They all on the drip, they envy me like Charlamagne
[01:18.70]Talkin' like a pimp (Yeah), switchin' different broads a day
[01:21.30]Walkin' with a limp, Kodak, baby, follow me
[01:23.90]And the Corduroy matchin' with the blue hundreds
[01:26.70]How the old school Jag cost me new money?
[01:29.30]Like the car got feet, got the coupe runnin’
[01:31.80]I be hangin’ out the Jeep, like, who want it?
[01:34.40]I be squeezin' on her cheeks, like who want me?
[01:37.00]Like the stick make you blink, got my crew drumming
[01:39.80]LJ, young legend out of Pompano
[01:42.20]Lime green Lamb’, I ain't slimy, but I'm grimy though
[01:44.60]Lil buddy, he be perkin', he ain’t no killer, but he be robbin' though
[01:47.20]I'm splat to splat, these niggas be droppin' back to back like dominoes
[01:50.30]Grabbin' niggas like it's miny-mo, we gleerious
[01:53.00]Niggas fallin' like Geronimo, it's serious (Pop, pop)
[01:55.50]Don't get it twisted, we some killers like we serial (Pop, pop)
[01:58.10]I'm the G.O.A.T., but it's ostrich my interior
[02:00.80]I know you won't, but I be cautious when I'm nearing ya
[02:03.40]'Cause I can see you niggas plottin' through my peripheral
[02:05.90]Real nigga, they wanna copy my material
[02:08.40]But I'm cut from a different kind of silk than you lil' niggas
[02:11.40]And them city girls got all these bitches milkin' you lil' niggas, yeah
[02:14.20]I never blow, I been done killed one of you lil' niggas, yeah
[02:17.00]I'm sendin' locs, as soon as I get out, spin it quicker, yeah (Yeah)
[02:19.50]Like eskimo, got so much drip runnin' down my ligaments, yeah
[02:21.90]Stick in the trunk, get rid of it, yeah
[02:23.30]Fuck with the toast like cinnamon, yeah (Yeah)
[02:24.70]Cutthroat, I ain't no gentleman
[02:25.70]I'm in the backseat, I'm the triggerman
[02:27.50]On these Percs, I'm on these bitches like it's Ritalin
[02:29.80]We be jumpin' out the pen, I really handled it
[02:32.40]Lil' niggas swingin' out that van, it be embarrassing
[02:35.00]Lil' niggas swingin' out that van like he don't care again
[02:37.60]Shoutout to Ray, we made a bag on top of Maryland
[02:40.10]We had a misunderstanding, but n...........
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