Kodak Black – Feb 14 Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen
All that lil’ slick shit, all that lil’ fake ass shit
Now 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 wax

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
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’ bitch hustlin’ 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, that’s luck
‘Cause I done let out rounds, and it 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)

Kodak Black – Acting Weird Lyrics

I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby
Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby
Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions
You ever killed somebody before? (hahaha)

[Verse 1]
I don’t play like that, you talkin’ weird, baby
Everybody ’round me actin’ weird, baby
I just want for you to keep it real, baby
I ain’t let them know I had a mil, you crazy
Dressin’ like I’m poor, I’m rockin’ Timbs on the daily
All the record labels know the deals that I’m makin’
Coulda bought a Wraith, I bought a silver Mercedes
My head on a swivel, but your brain on the pavement
Remember hittin’ licks and hidin’ [in a filthy?] basement
Talkin’ to myself ’cause I understand what I’m sayin’
You ain’t finna trip me out my mind, no more, Satan
You the reason that I’m Sniper Gang, and I’m shady
Walk up in the studio, bitch recordin’ ’cause I’m ready
My bitch, she Dominican Republic, but I’m Haititan
I ain’t quit the shufflin’ in my feet, now I’m patient
Momma, look at me, mom, look at me, I been changin’
HBK, heartbreak kid, Heart Break Kodak
Remember when I laid there on the counter, seen you naked
Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care to see you naked now
Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care to see you naked
I came from the projects, Section 8, now I made it
Shit ain’t never been the same, I wished I wasn’t famous
But, Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that lame did
Don’t quit like them lames did
Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that Wayne stuff
Kodak, you better not go out like no lame ’cause you a gangster
Everybody actin’ like some hoes all a sudden
Momma called me a dog, but I ain’t no hoe ’cause I ain’t buggin’
In the field chasin’ all my goals, I ain’t puntin’
OG Kush got me with a odor, got me musky
Promise everybody ’round me no more since a youngin’
I be with my niggas and my brothers and my cousins
She be so goddamn sweet, there stuck a bean in her booty hole
Money got me drunk, it got me peein’ in the studio
Chance is I don’t know if I be goin’ or I be comin’
Crack a nigga head like Humpty Dumpty

[Verse 2]
Everybody been actin’ weird lately
I just want for you to keep it real, baby
I been had a couple mil, I ain’t never say shit
I ain’t never say shit
I’m codeine dreamin’ in a spaceship
All the pain motivatin’ me to stay real
Sound like a vulture cryin’ in the glacier
I’m hotheaded but my chain [?]
I’m workin’ like a slave still
And I don’t need a Perky for the pain pill
I was sixteen with permanent gold teeth
Snatched ’em out and put diamonds in it
Y’all got the same grill
Everybody fuckin’ everybody, we got the same girl
And I be walkin’ ’round here like this my dang world
And I be walkin’ ’round here like this my dang planet
Think about my family, had to pop a Xanny
Aye, I’m drinkin’ liquor, tried to swallow my pride
I hope my son ain’t gotta live like I
Mm mm, mm mm
Drinkin’ tequila, smokin’ sativa
I done made it out the rain, I ain’t call FEMA
My baby momma in a Range, took her out the Beam
Ain’t never showed no love to me on Valen-Day-Tine
I send words out through the grapevine
Made it out the jungle like I’m godsend
Swing with that vine like I’m Tarzan
I pop a nigga top, don’t get your block spint
I ain’t goin’ out where I be [?]
I ain’t do the jigga, I’m consumin’ liquor
My wrist frame [?]
I don’t do [?]
Fuck a Bentley truck, smile with the Glizzy tucked
In a pickup truck, now I’m smokin’ [?]

Kodak Black – Fck With You Ft. Tory Lanez

Kodak Black – Fck With You Ft. Tory Lanez Mp3 Download

Kodak Black is currently sitting behind bars at the moment after police raided his home last month and arrested the Florida rapper for a string of charges, including grand theft of a firearm, possession of marijuana, and two counts of probation violation to name a few. However despite his absence from the game right now he’s not letting his fans suffer. A couple days ago, Kodak’s camp revealed that the Florida rapper would be treating fans to a Valentines Day gift in the form of a new project called Heart Break Kodak, and now it has arrived.

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