Kodak Black – Aug. 25th Lyrics


Aug. 25th Lyrics

Yeah, wash this perc down with this [?]
This a fire ass beat
Feel like I’m kinda wasting it on this bitch, hmm

You know I was goin’ be somethin’ but you ain’t never tell me
And that’s the reason you ain’t let me know I got you present
Cause you know if you would’ve told me, I would make you daddy
You knew that I was gon’ make it, but you ain’t never tell me
All this time I thought “Oh boy, was yo’ baby daddy”
I was thuggin’ hard, but the hood knew I was goin’ make it rappin’
I wanna buy you Burkin’, but I’m scared that you goin’ sell it
I was inspecting the leather, but you ain’t never met it
You said you sent me somе pictures, but I ain’t never gеt it
And I know when you hear my songs, you think I’m being petty
But what’s the pressure ’bout being leather, what I did to ya?
What I owe ya, call my phone, and I’ma give it to ya
No matter who I put it in, that’s still a nigga jit
I still remember yo’ birthday, off your 25th
This year I’ma take you somewhere special, you goin’ get a gift
And yeen’ got worry ’bout me no more, calling you a bitch
And yeen’ got worry ’bout me no more, cussing you out
But you want diamonds and shit, but I’m floodin’ you out
But take a nigga off child support
Cause I already be goin’ to court, damn

I knew it was for money when she went and grabbed a Porsche
I hope you bought my son a BB-Gun
I really thought I went B-9
Shorty plottin’ on me for this whole time
I ain’t even get to rub your belly once
You kept the baby from me for the whole nine
Sometimes, I sit back, and wonder if we’ll be forever
I think me sexting your people won’t make it better
We used to skip school together, we we’re just thirteen
Just making all this cents to me you got my first C
I used to walk from the projects, way to the circle park
You told your first love is over, and gave me your heart
I missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip it
I know you a waitin’ for me to stop you and put you in position
I’m [?] late night Hunchin’ and kissin’
You don’t even know what you wanna do, so how you run the business?
I told you put it on paper, lets make a proposition
You don’t even know what you wanna do, but you run the business
You be actin’ like you wanna pop out, and get famous
On the low, I hope you know you’re still my ol’ lady
If I could I would, keep you in the crib
I wanna have us a threesome, you and K Slim
And another one, and another one
Matter fact, bitch, f*ck you

Kodak Black – Aug. 25th Lyrics

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