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• Artiste: Kodak Black
• Titre: Meant For Me
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I'm about to see who really for a nigga If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a nigga? They way you bend on me baby They way you blow a nigga These niggas dick ride me, don't even know a nigga Man I'm bout to see who really meant for me Sooner or later God finna send hint to me And why you questioning me? That's what my bitch do You niggas stay on my trail, look what this shit do Damn, you and me niggas ain't the same I stay in my lane cus I'm just tryna stack my chain But all you niggas lame you niggas just wanna hang I'm in it to win it you niggas in it for the fame It ain't the niggas, it be the hoes who really game And hoe you just wanna fuck a nigga cus my name (Kodak) And everytime I talk my mouth blang, you know that Nigga plottin' on you for your chain Next to me thinkin' how you want my pinky ring Do a nigga dirty, have a nigga like damn Your family do you dirty too, man it's a shame Hoe do you dirty have a real nigga in pain I'm about to see who really for a nigga If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a nigga? They way you bend on me baby They way you blow a nigga These niggas dick ride me, don't even know a nigga Man I'm bout to see who really meant for me Sooner or later God finna send hint to me And why you questioning me? That's what my bitch do You niggas stay on my trail, look what this shit do I'm stayin' humble, I ain't tryna have no baby momma I ain't tryna do no more time, I'm tryna bubble And I'm so tired of momma cryin' cus I'm in trouble I'm tryna get her eyes, I'm a young hustler I lived my whole life tryna get from under My home boys snake now, he an anaconda I can't fuck with you no more bruh, I'm just bein' honest I just got off probation, they mad I'm (?) Yall be ready to hate, go get some damn money I was money hungry so I went to Benihana's That (?) right on my plate, I told her no onions Now I'm (?) I be on a paper chase, I hit the store runnin' And I love to get the money, it's gon' keep comin' I couldn't never save it up, use to keep fumblin' I love my brother, without him I wouldn't be nothing (I wouldn't be shit) I'm about to see who really for a nigga If I ain't have no money, would you still adore a nigga? They way you bend on me baby They way you blow a nigga These niggas dick ride me, don't even know a nigga Man I'm bout to see who really meant for me Sooner or later God finna send hint to me And why you questioning me? That's what my bitch do You niggas stay on my trail, look what this shit do Look what this shit do Man, look what this shit do Look what that money shit do Look what the fame do Look what the game do Look what the change do I ain't change, this shit changed you Nigga who are you? Look what this shit do What this shit do Look at you Look at you, and you Look what this shit do Look at you, look at him, look at her, look at them But look at me