Kodak Black - Versatile (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kodak Black - Versatile (en) Lyrics
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Seem like I lost more
than I ever gained
Ain't get nuttin' out these
streets but pain
Ain't get nuttin' out these
streets but hard times
'Cause in these streets ain't
nuttin but hard times
Tell C.B. I say wassup
Tell everybody I say what's happening
Tell E-Pimp I said shoot me some
Tell them boys I said stop flaggin'
Tell my momma that I'm comin' home
Tell the world that it
wouldn't be long
Ask my hoes wassup with they phones
Tell 'em I'm away but I ain't gone
I said BooBun what you wanna do
Once you slide, I'mma follow through
The stand took a nigga
up and through it
Lil Dash told me, Kodak don't do it
Tell my son that I love his ass
Tell 'em I can't wait to hug his ass
This for the niggas who
got all that time
Now they tryna get their numbers back
A nigga shot my cousin four times
I heard through the wall
my brother doubled back
I just bumped into this super chick
I'm hollering at Lil Fim
through the vent
I'm letting you know I
do this shit for fun
Tell me go then consider it done
Shoutout Petho and my brother blood
My nigga C-Lo he just caught a dub
I'm shooting ceelo in a nigga ass
They hit a nigga for the whole bag
Tell them boys I said stop crabbing
Said it even if I never asked
I knew I should've told my
lil' nigga DJ to chill
But I can't tell him shit he doin
the same shit that I will
I'm thinking 'bout how would it be
if we ain't get on them pills
If we ain't never chose the streets
and picked up the steel
I'm thinkin' 'bout how would it
be if we stayed on the field
Like I ain't even have to rap,
'cause I got other skills
At nights we ran down with them sticks
and got them automobiles
And we was jackin' cars and shit
'cause it wasn't hard to steal
Like doin' bids and seeing it come
but this the life I live
But I know that this my last
one, something gotta give
Seem like God, got me paying
for all the shit I did
'Cause I slowed down a while
ago, switched up positive
The rough was just enough for a nigga
fell in love with the thrill
But before he forgive gotta
pay for a steel
And I done did so much of shit
that I ain't proud I did
But when I took rappin' serious
I threw the towel in
But Lord you say you gon' forgive,
so forgive me then
'Cause I done picked the Bible
up and read Corinthians
I'm still young and I got
a lot to experience
I guess the first time in my
life I felt this serious
I gotta lil' boy now and I
wanna be there for bruh
The feeling he give a nigga I ain't
never felt this way before
And you can look into my heart
and see that I'm for real
That I done resulted
in a metamorphosis
God, you know my destiny 'cause
you gave me this gift
You the one who put this breath in
me to make me spit these lyrics
You done gave a nigga a chance
to pay my momma bills
You done turned me to a
man unlike my daddy is
No this ain't over, I got
some more to spit
That was for the real niggas
I got some shit for the hoes
She made me happy, she made me smile
She brought me up, when
you let me down
She nothing like you, she different
She nothing like you, she magnificent
She intelligent, she love
me better than you
Better than, she love
me better than you
Could you hold the title,
it come with a life
Could you hold the title,
you don't have to lie
Could you hold the title,
could you play the role
You can't hold the title,
baby let me hold
Could you hold the title,
could you play the part
Could you hold the title,
'til death do us part
Could you hold the title,
hold a nigga down
Could you hold the title,
tryna figure out
Take you out to dinner, stick
this dick in your liver
I'm fuckin' your head up I'm playing
these mind games witcha
I'mma suck that pussy good, then you
ain't gon' hear from a nigga
I'm fuckin' your head up with
all these extracurriculars
I can fuck Virgin Mary, 'cause
the game so unordinary
Had plans on gettin' married 'til
they had me on solitary
You left me here stranded,
I'm feelin' abandoned
You got me so hurt right
now I need me a bandage
Transgression
Show you your corner, who gone stay
solid and be down for you
When you really want 'em,
when you really need 'em
When them people playing
with your freedom
When a nigga shit on me one
time I be tryna get even
I'm tryna get equal
I'm iced out riding with that heater
I'm in that Thunderbird, I'm sliding
with that Desert Eagle
Tell me who my people, show
me where my folks at
Who gon' ride for Kodak?
Who gon' up and shake on me?
Who gon' jump the gate on me
Pillow case that thang on it
In case he tryna lay on me
Changed my address
But karma she know where
I stayed on it
But that bitch better come correct
she know that I stay on it
I ain't sleeping so forget about
coming creepin' late on me
Got the 12-gauge on me
I got a .38 on me
I got the Mac 10 I used to
have the baby K on me
I bought a Xbox but ion't play on it
PS4 but ion't play no games on it
The beat over got so much to say on it
My heart cold put a glacier
on my wrist
I'm forever abnormal
I know I wrote this shit longer
than a average rapper
Ya know I'm sayin' (glee)
But you got me fucked up
I be damned if you don't let me
keep ridin' this shit boy
I'm pulling scams
Identity theft
Don't buy my album, 'cause
I don't care
I be damn if I don't find
a way to make some cash
I be damn if she come over
and she don't get mad
Be damned, I be damn if she
think she gon' get a bag
I be damn if you get me and
I don't get you back
187 you screw me and you get nabbed
I wrote this in the cell, free
my niggas who ain't tell
I be damn, I be damn if I
go out without the heat
I be damn if I take that
nat nat out to eat
Boy you ain't livin' like that you
know you ain't in the streets
Even my uncle get wacked I be
strapped when I be sleep
I be damn if you niggas
come run up on me
I just called my woe man told
him to pray over me
Be damn I be damn if I don't
come home in a week
Be damn I be damn thinkin'
a young nigga sweet
I be damn if she don't call
me soon the molly kick in
I be damn if she tell me she
don't wanna turn up again
Yo bih gave me a key,
put me on her lease
I'm standin' at the feast 'til
they bring in me a beast
It's too much weight on my shoulder
so don't tell me hold up
Feel my heart gettin' colder
turning to a polar
Reppin' Broward County Florida,
I'm from out the nolia
Project baby a lil' Hatian
from the ugly corner
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