Kodak Black – Every Balmain Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Every Balmain – Kodak Black

Rockin’ Louie like I’m Armstrong
B**ch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
B**ch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog

Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new babe, I’ll surrogate
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah

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Ran up and I came in it
Givin’ it to her raw
Save every .. for Thanksgiving
I’m switch your car suite
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top

Pullin’ up, callin’ in off season
I ain’t bluffin’, I’m callin’ it how I see it
My n**gas do numbers, we undefeated
Had everything, but the ..
Made .. thing on me like ..
Fish take look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you rollin’ two piece
Remember stealin’ mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top

Rockin’ Louie like I’m Armstrong
B**ch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
B**ch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog

Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new babe, I’ll surrogate
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah

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Cut throat bear, Kodak play
I’m slayin’ her, I’m slayin’ her
You p**sy n**gas don’t wear enough
I ain’t even tryna jammed up
Keep switchin’ up, brand new android
Feel like the feds be watchin’ me
Everywhere I go, I’m paranoid

Still keep a .9 millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon’, how are you sleepin’ on me
Lil’ n**ga, I do big ole’ things
Mask on ’cause these b**ches be sick
Racks on me, ’bout to pay for a ..
Need hand sanitizer ’cause you n**gas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil’ n**ga, it’s lit
My P.O. fine .. quick
She already know I got .. in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this b**ch
F**k what the paper say, that ain’t my jit
.. pull up, n**ga, that ain’t my stick
The police be askin’ ’bout murders and s**t
I’ma stand up, n**ga, I’ll take me a sip

Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrt, grrt
On .., they curious
I’m sweatin’ up, b**ch, I respect my dead
I won’t f**k no ho’ on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain’t even got no email
I’m pullin’ up, callin’ in off season
Pullin’ up, callin’ in off season…

➤ Written by L Beats & Kodak Black
Produced by L Beats
Kodak Black | 2021

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