Testo Slay Like Santa - Kodak Black
Testo della canzone Slay Like Santa (Kodak Black), tratta dall'album Kutthroat Bill: Vol. 1
Stack that paper and and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't hide from nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin'
Ain't no secret, I'm big boy thuggin'
Long live Honeycomb, I sold a brick on the ugly
On the block outside with cutters
Roll up an opp, straight fire up the ganja
I just need me a reason to snap
Since Honeycomb died, I put bees in the trap
Yeah, I got nine bodies, I'm a big boy stеpper, ain't nobody better
My daddy namе David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick on the chair (yuh) and I'm hittin' her bare, panda
Beat her back in my only agenda
I just flew the lil' swoop from Atlanta
Yeah, I rap, but I'm really a scammer
Set up trap, got it boomin' in Tampa
I'm tryna show her I like her, so I keep sendin' her roses, Amber
I drop an ounce of that white, remix the clean, now it's dirty Diana
I'ma shoot out the Glock like a camera
My name Kodak, you know, like the camera
Too much pressure, that's all I'ma say
Everybody know if they play, they gon' lay
Killin' some haters again
Still made some paper in the pen'
Damn, he caught an innocent shell, yeah, I hope that don't count as a sin (uh)
I'm an all around stepper, my friend, Gucci down, Cartier lense
Damn, I should've cuffed the lil' bitch, damn, I let a lame nigga win
Niggas can't stand the rain, you niggas don't stand a chance
Chevrolet candy paint, I spent a band in the Benz
I'ma murk 'em, been lurkin' for weeks
I step in whatever, Dior on my feet
Ain't no nerd, but I love to geek
I don't lie, but I steal, I kill, I cheat
Stack that paper, and stay out the way
How many racks I could fit in the safe?
I'm a stepper, they know I don't play
They respect me like Santa, they know I'ma slay
Black bandana, it's tied 'round the Drac'
Fresh out the slammer, two kids on the way
I got manners, I nut on her face
I won't hide from nothin', I ain't hidin' from nothin'
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Writer(s): Edgar Ferrera, Bill Kapri
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