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Kodak Black - Haitian Boy Kodak Album Lyrics



Kodak Black - Haitian Boy Kodak Lyrics






Round the Roses

Ay Imma f*ck her soft tonight
I ain't really fine go to hard (But tomorrow, tomorrow?)
Ain't really nothing major tonight (But tomorrow tho?)
Ain't doing too much
Feed the bih then bust in her hair slightly

Ain't doing too much tonight
I'm givin' her semi pipe
But tomorrow bih? Imma give her all of it
Ring around the roses dawg
These niggas keep fallin' down
Ashes on my Saint Laurent
Ashley keep on calling now

Ashley be getting aggravated
Found my winning young nigga done activated
Everybody was runnin from me cause I was pistol banging too much
I turnt down on my thuggin, they cross-examinating too much
Court dates done got boring now
I don't like orange now
I like peach
She say "Glee"
Ion eat sweets
Pussy sour
Tryna catch Rick Ross
I'm the richest nigga out of Dade and Broward
Kodak and you know dat
I ain't f*cking with no peons
Kodak and you know dat
Ain't f*cking with no couch
I pulled up on a bike at the Met Gala
I was just selling D-white, nigga Howard

Ain't doin too much tonight
I'm Zit back Zoolin tho
Imma kill her if she cheat cause that's a stupid hoe
I ain't doin too much tonight
Imma give her semi pipe
But tomorrow bih? Imma give her all of it
I ain't doin too much tonight
Imma give her semi pipe
But tomorrow bih? Imma give her all of it
Ring around the roses dawg
These niggas keep fallin' down
Ashes on my Saint Laurent
Ashley keep on calling now

Don't suck my dick too fast, I don't like no motor mouth
The crib granite, marble, bih all around
The bitch got my heart but I ain't weak for pussy
Got a sniper round the roses nigga in your bushes
I told her I ain't f*ckin wit it, she don't tat my name on it
I told them niggas bih dont tie my name in it
Just bought a brand new [?] gonna put some Daytons on it
She lookin at me she can tell I got some pain in me
I was standing in the rain, im selling nicks and dimes
Just bought my mama a chain, her shit big as mine
I ain't doin too much tonight, tomorrow I'm super turnt
He done hit that hoe wit no condom now lil homie burnt

I ain't doin too much tonight
Imma give her semi pipe
But tomorrow bih? Imma give her all of it
I bagged a nigga before when I was on house arrest
Before you come to my house, gotta take a corona test
I ain't doin too much tonight
Imma give her semi pipe
But tomorrow bih? Imma give her all of it
Ring around the roses dawg
These niggas keep fallin' down
Ashes on my Saint Laurent
Ashley keep on calling now

Ring around the rosy, but I don't play with children, nigga
Ring around the rosy, but I don't play with kids, nigga
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Z Lock Jamaican

The Z look Jamaican
The streets say you fakin'
Shareese in here naked
YM, Prada
I hit her then forgot her
The Z was born a shotta
The Z costs me a dollar

(And when you eat)
And when you eat, act like you swallowing it
Patek Philippe, got marbles in it
I'm turnt, I'm up, I'm all the way lit
Lil' buddy a fag, he all on my dick
He jockin' my swag, he bopping like me
You can't compare me, regardless
The weed smell, but ain't garbage
The mademoiselle in her 40s, bih
The Z a Rastafarian, the Z a Rastafarian coupe
I'm skeetin' off dust and it's all rim to you
Your daddy a Z, so what are you?
Dragging my feet 'cause I'm on the boot for sure
My mama and dad from the Caribbean
Got Florida tags on a European
I need head off the bat like I'm Derek Jeter
Roll a gram off that wax 'cause it's therapeutic

Got too much Z with me, too much Z with me
Too much Z with me, too much Z with me
Too much Z with me, too much Z with me
Too much Z with me

Everybody rollin', 'bout make a scene
Call TMZ, I got too much Z's
Nigga TMZ, been in more cars than the DMV
Did a lot of fraudin' in the DMV
He a Zoe but he look like a Rasta
Got a lot of killers on my roster
I be whipping the baby, no foster
Got the Siri bitch speaking Patois
I parked the Nissan in the Benz spot
I keep the tool like I'm Hancock
I keep it cool when the bands drop
What you gon' do the Amscot?
Gift cards, baby give me the jwèt
It gets hard but I keep feeling in that
Wagwan if you step, you get stretched
I put a few niggas to rest
I murder for less
I catch me a body then I don't know nothing about it
Florida boy like whatever county
They standing up still about me
Make lots of noise in the street
Make lots of noise in the area
Make lots of noise in the streets
Run up on me in mid day
I teach a Spanish bitch Creole
She eatin' griot
She let me pee in her b-hole
I'm still on the streets on the d-low
350z, colors yellow and green
I like promethazine but not too much
Them niggas sweet 'cause I'm still in the streets
And they see me and don't even do nothing
Rocking Celine, I'm clean with a dutty nine
She hop on that dick and she dutty whine
From the hood, you good, you one of mine
When she bust it open I cum inside

The Z look Jamaican
I put this big ol' .38 on a batty boy
The Z look Jamaican
Rocking Celine, I'm clean with a dutty nine
The Z look Jamaican
The Z look Jamaican
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Writer: Bill Kapri, Derek Garcia, Almer Ament, Hidde Ament, Isaac DeBoni, Keanu Torres, Michael Mule, Niles Terrell Groce
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Basement of Fire

The HK weighin' four pounds
Niggas know it'll go down
I'm a ZMF, I ain't Zoe Pound
I'm Zoe Mafia

Made the ho popular
She used to work Mickey D's
Smokin' pills with the trees
You niggas can't intervene
It be too much rank, come with me
I was on the crate selling weed
Get a nigga stank for no reason
Then I'm on a date overseas
I'm in a Wraith snortin' molly
You out there chasin' her body
She want some braces, I got her
Who set the basement on fire?
Choppin' heads and burnin' houses, nigga
Coup d'etat (the President of Haiti said that though)
I'm wit' the Kutthroat Committee
Get a nigga touched in his own city
I ain't gon' lie, lil' mom pretty
She just need a lil' butt and more titties
Can't even stop gettin' high
I can't even tell my people why
I can't even stop playin' with fire
I be sayin' "I change" but I lie
He set the basement on fire
He made a statement, oh my
I was totin' the cutter already
And free lil' motherf*ckin Melly
I'ma set up the stu in the telly
Everything I do legendary
Rock Jimmy Choo wit' Amiri
These bullets gon' cut through your vest
You know what it is, it's ZMF
I ain't got no pain in me left
I be tryna see how I can finesse something
You know what's next, I'ma stretch somthin'
Need a lil' coat for the redrum
It's about to be a murder
Slow a lil' down and start swervin'
I'm in the backseat servin'
Nigga, it's a Kutthroat Bizness
Yeah nigga, Kutthroat Bill
Kutthroat J. Ville, Duval
I'm gettin' one wit' you when I pull up I get my dollar
It's only one lil' way we can take care of this lil' problem
They just let Wiz off house arrest, yea I'ma pop me a bottle
God keep blessin' the squad, I don't know what it is about us
Everybody silent, grew up robbin', I'm catchin' bodies
Kutthroat, Sniper Gang, ya, SG super grimey
I'm on eight pills and another dose, one more
Every Hour
Kutthroat J. Ville, Duval, uh huh
Nigga, Broward
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Writer: Arnold Gutierrez, Derek Garcia, Dieuson Octave, Nickalas Turner, Rayan Nami, Russell Pochop
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dejanbem

Di yo dejanbem
Di yo dejanbem
Di yo dejanbem
Senyé, senyé
Senyé, senyé
Tande map criye, lage nan priyé
Senyé, senyé
Gade lavi mwen, l'ap lapli sou mwen

Senyé, senyé
Ede'm, m'beswenw
Senyé, senyé
Ede'm, m'beswenw

All the trees fade to green (hmm)
I been praying to stay serene (hmm)
You on Z 10, ain't you?
Why you posted by the grave for?
Why you thuggin' by the graveyard?
Sending money to the state yard
On the ugly with a nappy fro'
I look like my uncle Martino

I'm a vulture, not a mockingbird
I'm a vulture, not a mockingbird
Kisa'm ye si'm pa genyen'w
Bon'm yon men I'm fallin' on 'em
M sonje ou marenn
Senyé pa lage'm
Kisa'm ye si'm pa genyen'w
Bon'm yon men I'm fallin' on 'em
M sonje ou marenn
Senyé pa lage'm
Di yo Dejanbem
Di yo Dejanbem

I put the zomb down, everybody know I'm 'bout it
M rele zonbi yo mwen di yo tan talé
Got a clear view, you don't give a damn 'bout us
I f*cking hate you, I don't wanna die about love
I don't wanna die about love
So I put the bottom side up
Need them Vicodin's like I'm down in Minnesota
She put the pack in town, already got it sewed up
Fat girl singin' but it still ain't over
Got the Mediterranean in here, rolled up
I uplift you baby, 'cause you did the same thing
Think I told you, yet but baby I feel the same way
I hope you still love me lately
I'm still your big brother lately

M rele zonbi yo kounya m'ap fé yo konnen'm
Everybody that crossed me now m'ap fé yo dejanbem
Kisa'm ye si'm pa genyen'w
Bon'm yon men I'm fallin' on 'em
M sonje ou marenn
Senyé pa lage'm
Kisa'm ye si'm pa genyen'w
Bon'm yon men I'm fallin' on 'em
M sonje ou marenn
Senyé pa lage'm
Di yo dejanbem
Di yo dejanbem
I feel dejanbem
Senyé, senyé
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Writer: Bill Kapri, Christopher Douglas, Donovan Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dirty K

(Dzyondabeat)
I don't know, bruh
(100% Juicee)

Taylor told me that she'll never leave me
When we be sexin' I get very sleepy
I got a song with Post Malone but I ain't heard it yet
I be hoping one day he release it
I be wishing I could keep my freedom
Must be something wrong with me 'cause I can't keep my friends
I be praying for one lady know could see again
I be wanting to fly away but I ain't Peter Pan
My lil' brother Youngboy told me he look up to me
I don't know why but he be feeling like it's f*ck me now
Back the car up, tryna see what all this fussing 'bout
My lil' nephew turned two, they say he cussing now
Meek Mill told me I should have at least fifty M's
But what's the point in you telling me if you ain't gon' help me get it?
Hope you waiting for me leaving halfway there
It'd change my life tonight if Donald Trump reduce my sentence
I could've played relations better with Karesha now
I'm thinking back 'cause it's a whole lotta things I should've did
I'm having problems showing people that I really care
I don't know but I been thanking my jailor too much
I'm tryna take my time to try and be more affectionate
Pray for me so I could stand on my words and live better
We look better together, you ain't got call, forever mine
I'ma get on that flight to wherever just to save face
I'm tired of sharpening metals more
I be hoping I don't never need it
All this money make me feel I could do anything
I was reading 'bout lil' Blicky on the magazine
He lost his life to a gun, was only twenty-one
Radesha gave up on me and I ain't take that easy
Got a song with Adam Levine but I ain't heard it yet
I need a reload of that X, I'm tryna double stack
I'm going Pac 'cause I ain't tryna catch a murder rep
I'm kinda tired of this fame and the internet
'Cause they be playing with my name like I won't kill a bitch
They be hating, throwing shade like I ain't killing shit
I'm sliding in a GLS with a dirty K
I'm tryna take my time to try and be more affectionate
I'm sliding in a GLS with a dirty K

I need a reload of that X, I'm tryna double stack
I'm going Pac 'cause I ain't tryna catch a murder rep
I'm kinda tired of this fame and the internet
'Cause they be playing with my name like I won't kill a bitch
I'm sliding in a GLS with a dirty K
'Cause I don't wanna be alone
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Writer: Anthony Michael Howard, Bill Kapri, Darnley De Costa Scantlebury, Johnta Austin, Kasim Ali Walker, Kevin Darrell Hicks, Nick Seeley, Phalon Anton Alexander
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Maffioso

It was understood that all points was final
That ZMF 26136 we mafioso
Lil vulture (know what I'm sayin')
Lil vulture
(DA Got That Dope)

Thought you were mine for life
Saying you gone ride for life
We grew up stealing bikes
I was on the back of your Mongoose
I put pegs on the Mongoose
Got tears on her volcano they don't care 'bout my struggles
I was calling my dog and them
They was unresponsive
I keep nut in her tonsil so she don't do too much talking
I heard them say what they gon' do
Went to stepping like kung-fu
Sent my hitter on so much missions he said, "Yak, I'm exhausted"
For them nights I was grongou
They was unresponsive
I was callin' home from prison
And these mama don't call 'em
Thought I was a vulture they say, "Nah, you a mongoose"
I could get bit by any snake and I wake up getting money
Six ounces of molly, don't go in my cabinet
I was calling their voicemail but it was speaking in Spanish
Like yous play like your daddy
You get anything you ask me
I was giving my love to f*ck niggas
Had me losing my balance
Sometimes it's okay we fall short, bae, it happens
Somewhere along the way we traded friendship for fashion
You was blinded by Tom Ford
What you wanted my heart for?
You just wanted to crack it
Next time around, I'm protecting my answers
Know what I'm sayin'
I extended her bald head
Now she look like Rapunzel
I just wanted to love you
I'm a piece of your puzzle
I was sliding with the Draco but I don't play with no choppers

Thought you was mine for life, nigga
Thought you was mine for life, mafioso
Thought you was mine for life, mafioso
Thought you was gone be my wife, my fiance
I won't forget what my mom say
Tryna be a lil' more serene I bought a beach house in Palm Bay

Know what I'm sayin'
I'ma eat, I'ma eat, I'ma eat
See, a mongoose can get bit by any snake, know what I'm sayin'
I'm a, I'm a vulture though
He'll pop up, like a hour or two
Know what I'm sayin', back at it, gettin' money, know what I'm sayin'
I'm a vulture though
I feel mongoose characteristics, know what I'm sayin'
Shit, f*ckin' with me is like you dead already, the vulture
Yeah, say that, all that, all that, yup
I'ma eat
Thought you was mine for life, mafioso
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Writer: Bill Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Oracle

I went to sleep today thinking about my nigga Flipper
I was in the streets all day, try not to remember
I'm heavy contemplating, I don't know if I should send the hitter
Somebody tell me stop playing with him before I kill him
Yo palé mwen Ma, yo palé nou Ma
They be forgetting to tell you how, when, and got in
I'm on a whole other wave, ain't promoting violence
I really be slipping everyday but it ain't no robbing
I just got her some braces now she want a new body
I would've picked it up the same way too if you dropped it
I be sharing the same pain with all the lifers
Tonight I'm pulling out the champagne for all the lifers
My brother Wicks said every gun, he adds silencers
I know you niggas be hearing me screaming "Snipe him"
Mwen pa ka viv san'w, mwen pa ka viv
Mwen sonjé'w on pil, sonjé'w on pil
I sent the record label their contract back to 'em
I told 'em send the shit back with a few more on it
I don't want no girlfriend, baby, man, I want me a woman
Even though I got her now, I'ma still treat her like I wanna
Sitting in a cell niggas scared they might catch corona
Like how the hell I'ma cry if I ain't got a shoulder
Mwen poté'w monté, m'poté'w monté

Yeah, c'est la vie

Map plédé mache nan alé pwizon
Map pwié bondié m'pa vin'n anko
Shit was terrible for a man having an opinion
I don't care how fine she is, I'ma need her to go see the clinic
I put it out like I'm crazy but I was playing
I heard everything that everybody was saying
I went to sleep today thinking about my nigga Flipper
I think my mama house need to be little more bigger
I can hold my own dick, dog, 'cause I'm a man
Say take these shackles up off me so I can dance
Tande, ke m'pa janmen vwè'm

Genw bagay map fè la, sé brase, m'ap brase la
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Writer: Bill Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dont Leave Me

Syko Bob, Kutthroat Bill with it, yeah
Wam Bam SpinThaBin

You get my undivided attention when I be in town
I know you count on me, like basketball I'ma be around
I'm on the block, gotta get my chips up, I'll see you late
And you know once I get my chips up, I'll Frito Lay
I'll spend a million and a half so I can free lil' Coupe
Bae, let me f*ck you in your ass before I let you loose
With connects all the baddest bitches, I don't spend a dime
I know they wishing for my riches, they ain't changing minds
If it ain't got nothing to do with my snipers, I'm not involved
You think I'd got a deal with Chrysler, I stay out of Dodge
I'm snotin' the owners 'scripts, hibachi's got me noddin' off
I might could be a plastic surgeon how I body y'all
I'm having visions that you really don't wanna see me win
I'm swerving Germans off the lot 'cause I do CPN
Last time I seen my ex Mikaya was at the KFC
Say she be keeping up with my life, I be on TMZ
I'm with the killers slanging knifes, I'm out the roughest pen
I hate when people do something for me then try to rub it in
Remember I was smoking twack joints with the PCP
Back then when I was catching city bus to the BCC
This for the deepest feeling lover that I'm able to express myself
I ain't right without my girl
And my wrong fall was tryna help you before I help myself
I give my life to find your love
You call me Alexander, baby, 'cause you my queen
I princess cut your diamonds, baby, 'cause I'm a king
Nobody say they had me like you got me, girl
Can't nobody say they had me like you got me
My cards out on the table, ain't no tricks up my sleeve
I promise to be faithful, keep my dick in my jeans
Nobody say they had me like you got me, girl
Can't nobody say they had me like you got me
I gave you all my love, now there ain't nothing left for me
If I can have a wish, it's that you never would leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby, don't leave me, baby, don't leave me, baby
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Writer: Bill Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Performed By: Kodak Black
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 21:00
Released: May 14th, 2021
Year: 2021

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