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Because Of You By Kodak Black I see it now, I’m gettin’ tender, y’all (Here we go) I’m gettin’ tender F--- it, I’ma just show this girl another side of me [?], I love you so much for this All because of you, I’ma be a better man Now I wanna do, things I ain’t never did I’ma open up, and show another side I ain’t showed no one, I ain’t showed no one, yeah I ain’t showed no one this side of me I think I love someone, it mighta be I wanna trust someone, and finally I got a crush on one Show me another side of you, of you girl What a n---- gotta do for you, love? Tell me who I gotta be for you baby I wanna give you all you need on a daily Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm Ooh, ooh I took another shot and I get reminiscin’ I been thinkin’ ’bout that night we was kissin’ I be wantin’ this for life, baby Come and f--- with me for life, baby, listen I think about you on this flight right now I’m tryna figure out what’s the distance I’m wishin’ me and y

Harriet Tubman By Kodak Black Like a runaway slave Better run now you get hung I done walk away from some things I’m a walk off with my son I just walked off with my son On top of that he won I don’t talk I got a gun If we fall off then we done Can’t fall off I got funds I fall off then I’m done Had to run away from my girl She done ran up out of trust I done ran up out of love I done ran up out of love You said you had enough So I went down to the club Can’t drink cause I’m too young But today I’m getting drunk So m------------ tired Been runnin’ all my life Oh, I’ve been runnin’ all my life Runnin’ all my life Harriet Tubman, I’ve been runnin’ all my life I’m standin’ at the stretch line Kunta Kinte, all my life I had the fire In the projects all my life I had to grind Young n---- had to hustle to survive I remember I was underground Now everybody on my line Put the hood on TV Every day I’m on the rise I done rescued all my n----- You ain’t got to s

[Intro] Runaway lave Like a runaway slave, ayy [Verse 1] Like a runaway slave Better run or you get hung I done walked ’way from some things I’m a walk off with my son I just walked off with my son On top of that he won I don’t talk I got a gun If we fall off, bitch, we done Can’t fall off, I got funds I fall off then I’m done Had to run away from my girl She ran up out of trust I done ran up out of love I done ran up out of love You said you had enough So I went out to the club Can’t drink ’cause I’m too young But today I’m getting drunk So motherfucking tired Been runnin’ all my life Oh, I’ve been runnin’ all my life Runnin’ all my life Harriet Tubman, I’ve been runnin’ all my life, ayy I’m standin’ at the stretch line Kunta Kinte, all my life, I had the fire In the projects, all my life, I had to grind Young nigga had to hustle to survive Remember I was underground Now everybody on my line Put the hood on TV Every day I’m on the rise I done re

[Chorus] Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past [Verse 1] Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like i’m Taz Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast Type it li

[Intro] Damn who make this beat, cuz I’m stealin’ it [Chorus: Kodak Black] Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can’t handle my klick Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can’t handle my klick You can spot one hundreds on [?] I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch Sniper Gang, John Wicks Homie, you can’t handle my klick You can spot my [?] I might snatch ya’ chain and ya’ bitch [Verse 1: John Wicks] Thinking when I ain’t had shit They was always pickin’ on my kicks Catch me in the mall with the shit Comin’ from the Projects now I’m rich Remember when I hadn’t hit a lick Now I’m flashin’ on these niggas, take a pic Look baby, I ain’t got no time for this Shawty said she wanna have my chick [Verse 2: Kodak Black] All this flavor, I be saucin’ on a bitch All this flavor, I be droppin’ when I drip Sniper gang, we mobbin’ in this shit I’m leakin’ like the faucet on my wrist That [?] put these diamonds on my necklace You walkin’ while I pull up in the Tesla I’ma take yo’ lady ‘cuz sh

[Intro] Nigga, you do that shit, ayy Rollin’ that piff, ayy Put that tool on that chick, ayy Ya ya ya [Chorus] State tryna give me eight, I told it, you do that shit Remember kickin’ doors, I knock the screws off that bih Lil’ shorty fucked up, I might put that woolly on that bitch Ain’t sleeping on that money, I don’t snooze on it Ayy, all you niggas pussy, I put some lube on it While my top drop, they mouth drop like, “Who own it?” They like, “Who in it?” They like, “Who he is?” Heard that nigga wanted beef, I told him you eat it [Verse] You can’t book me at no club, nah, I just do arenas Sniper gang in the buildin’, my whole crew geekin’ Chopped up in the rap shit, gave it a new meanin’ I found out ’bout my son and he gave me a new reason I’m hotter than the sun, but I swear my jewels freezin’ And my shoes bleeding, ya I might move to Venus, ya Balling like Gilbert Arenas, ya Lul’ shawty want my semen, ya Shawty want my

[Hook] I’m getting so much money these days It’s hard to figure out who love me for me Trying to balance out every thing I’m getting sabotaged every way You don’t want to but you gotta change It’s going to hurt you trying to stay the same Are you in it or you in it for the fame I’m trying to figure out who love me for me [Verse 1] I’m trying to figure out who want to see me winning I already know [?] I’m a business man I’m a fucking business So I can’t be up in the penitentiary And I just wanna be able to tell who really with me Is she for me or is she just playing with my feelings And I don’t want to but I gotta switch up Cause you niggas want to have me locked up in the system Even though that’s who I am I gotta change my life I’m getting so much money now I can’t be slinging iron And girl when we hooked up you said you gon ride or die So I’m assuming that you dead cause you damn sure ain’t riding [Hook] I’m getting so much money these days It’s hard to figure out who lov

[Chorus] Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up in the black Jag Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past Feel like somebody put a cast on my ass I’m dropping bad luck, I pull up, the black Jag Can’t fit these shoes, it’s seven and a half I’m focused on my future, I ain’t dwelling on the past [Verse 1] Same night me and Debo took the Mazda, bih we crashed Bentley Bentayga, snapping like I lost a fucking crab They caught the helicopter, I don’t want y’all to think I’m tryna flex Nigga, what’s your f’n problem? I’m on that Effen vodka, smoking gas Yeah, beep, beep, I’m the nigga roadrunning to that cash Fuck a frisbee, I’ll spin n’ bend a nigga like i’m Taz Fuck my daddy, I can’t believe I nutted out your sack Fuck my daddy nigga, it’s me and my momma sons like I’m Nash I made my son king, put this crown on, fuck a ski mask I swear to god, I get a hard on when this heat blast Type it like