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Kodak Black - Nann Nigga Feat Taylor So Made Explicit Lyrics

What you all on there, nigga? Dance bigga, gorilla, real killer
Facts, smack shit, check it, scamming
Miami, Bravo, Palm Beach, Roddington
The juvenile, the county, the prison, make millions
Still, drop bodies and animals
Count them, got to find them in the Lambo
Two mansions and a Chevy
Wedded to the kids, I ain't they still that a

Young nigga, what a mouth having, still flash a kidnapper
Now, shoot the whole bitch, who you know?
More money than them right now
Oh, you know that nigga going to pull up, fuck you dry
You don't know that nigga who coming, how I be coming
And you go air, well, anybody tell them rent it
Bitch, you know that nigga, you know that ain't that nigga
Like call that yo know that nigga, that came up off my iron
You don't know that nigga, who got this here moment
I don't know why none of them niggas ain't put no jury on you
Bet this's your only time you ever fuck the zone
You don't know that nigga, that keep that fussy so
You don't know that nigga, what motivation I'm in

Who come through fish tailing and pitting it like a bench
With a hundred hood niggas, we're trapping out the mansion
You don't know them young niggas rock gay with a Leonard
You don't know them niggas behind the wall in Winn
I done win that franchise, my niggas, they bought a Windows
Even though they be tripping, I'm giving them back to the city, yo
Bet you don't know no young nigga who bought that hood now

You don't know that hoe go PJ at the clip port sipping both
You don't know them, hope, keep a nigga on the stream like a yo-yo
From the 205 to the 305, I pop my shit for show
Cut a nigga off, he hit his cousin with gross bags from the store
These niggas be acting like, bitch, you got a little sugar in your tank
They hoe looking at me funny, baby, I'm laughing to the bank
Rose rug out of me, Hermès blanket
GT 63 Soulja Boy, I crank
You never had no bad bitch like me, nigga
I don't care who she is, she had never made me feel little
You know I went AP, mad dead, I'm getting to the scrilla
They talking the type of numbers I want, I can't consider
Aye, wait, snatched, face B, they hoe can't fuck with me
Yeah, I know that's wrong, baby, I can't do nothing for free
By that social, you can look, but don't be touching me
You know them, hoe, it's like the shoot, shoot from the three
Break a IG model hard trigger in the field player
You know them, hoe, like me
Stand on this, say like these
I ain't even trying to fuck that nigga
So my puss is out of order
He want to drink my bad water
Oh, I think he like my aura