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Kodak Black

Genres: Hip-Hop

Feeling Like [explicit] Lyrics - Kodak Black

I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me 

I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me 

I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me" 

I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy 

I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me 

I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me 

I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me" 

I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy 

 

My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a body 

He even dropped outta school, took it to his hobby 

I told him to just do it and don't talk about it 

And once you slide, boy, you better hit everybody 

I'm livin' like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked 

'Cause I'm about to see out the end 

I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be after me 

And every time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G 

All of 'em got a game plan on try to catch me 

Think about my life, every night I'm smokin' grabba leaf 

I think about my homies in the system 

I think about my homies 'cause I miss 'em 

I wish you could call me to come get you, my nigga 

You miss Christmas, my nigga 

You miss Easter, my nigga 

You missin' out on your children 

The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I'm livin' 

I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I'm feelin' 

Lil Kodak I'm gone 

 

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I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me 

I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me 

I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me" 

I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy 

I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me 

I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me 

I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me" 

I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy 

 

Yo, my daughter got a nanny for her other nanny 

Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy 

Two mil on wheels, that's in my garage 

Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I'm livin' large 

Trip to Lauderdale, reupped in Parkway 

50/50, make it back, that's what the odds say 

Y'all pray for us, we on the turnpike 

And if them lights get behind us, I'ma burn rubber 

See niggas lose they life, nigga lose their minds 

Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind, woo 

These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind 

And ain't no lookin' better, just a waste of time 

Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain't right for ya 

But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya? 

All I know is that these chains take a way this pain 

Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer frames 

Mad luck just hit the last house 

My paranoid ass Bentley, got the cash out 

I feel like niggas don't want me to be great 

Until you're made but they're inside, G's fake 

Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money 

But the devil got me workin' for this rap money 

They tried to stop me livin' good, I'ma die today 

Rich nigga from the hood, I'ma die that way 

 

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I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me 

I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me 

I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me" 

I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy 

I just pray to God, them crackers don't come indite me 

I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me 

I be thinkin' like, "None these bitches really like me" 

I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I'm icy 

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