Snot *** by Kodak Black
Released : 2017
I don’t wanna wife her
That’s when they fine out here and you begin suit
Anybody ain’t gonna like you and you hear
Girl, I clown, I don’t frown, I make you frown
Although that’s the only reason you can’t, but
As long as it’s make me figure to that one crank
I can’t find no love, so I went to the bank
Auh, I should look for love, so I went to the bank
We made be all way and then we met again, begin that chase
Air stunt, they need a shoulder they can lean on
I like what’s on your shoulder
Go ahead, you was thinkin’ on
Speakin’ on here, I hear he says but I love my Peter Blown
Your love freaking ***, but you compete with her
I’m sorry when I *** I’ll leave my bling on
I’m sorry when I *** I lead my rhythm
See I’m a dog, I be just trynna get me a real bone
He on a spree of smoke, don’t need to leave her on
Straight up, I don’t need a ***
Don’t be a ***, flee a ***
Raw god when I *** with her no rubber but my ski is on
She heard I’m snot snot side *** over there
She heard I’m snot snot sneaky *** over there
She’s tellin’ me she a ***, that *** over there
But I don’t even care, she got gone her real
They say she a sick ***, heard she got sick lips
Why don’t I go ahead first, jumpin’ straight in it
I’m just kiddin’ but I love that lil’ ***
But I don’t care, she’s a *** in my bed
And I don’t need you tellin’ me ’bout how she do
She *** everybody, nah I *** everybody too
Everybody say she out here trickin’
I don’t give a damn ’bout how she get it
Everybody say she got all the niggas
So what? I got all the ***
I came to scream *** your history
I don’t care if she was out here strippin’
I’m tellin’ you baby, they ain’t gon’ like you jumpin’ out that Bentley
Hittin’ the scene in the blink, um, T-W, you trimmed up
Everybody tellin’ me she ain’t ***
***, I ain’t *** either
I don’t give a damn ’bout none of that *** mah niggas said
He trynna convince me, he sing all that thing
Everybody gotta look in, I don’t give a damn anyway
I took on private plane, I took on dinner date
Everybody ***’, everybody sinning
So what’s wrong with turnin’ that *** to a princess
Yep, I’m gonna turn that *** until I modest
Scope her in the Benz Tiaret, no more Monte Carlo
And we mad, begin that chase
On her finger and it bling
