Kodak Black – Every Balmain (Audio, Lyrics)

Kodak Black returns with “Every Balmain”. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 downlaod the song produced by L Beats.

Kodak Black Every Balmain

Soon after he was released from prison thanks to a presidential pardon from Donald Trump, Kodak Black gave the world his single, “Last Day.” It marked the first release for Kodak since becoming a free man, and the rapper is wasting no time getting back to work. On Friday (February 5), Kodak was reportedly spotted at a Super Bowl party where the rapper donned a slimmer figure and a few new tattoos, but an appearance at an event wasn’t all had planned for the football-heavy weekend.

Kodak Black released his new single, “Every Balmain,” a slow-burning track where he decided to stand alone without any features. His fans have vocalized their support following his release and are awaiting news of the next Kodak project that we expect will arrive sooner than later. Stream “Every Balmain” by Kodak Black and let us know what you think.

Kodak Black – Every Balmain (prod. L Beats)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(L Beats)
My name ain’t Louis, but I’ll strong-arm you niggas

[Chorus]
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn near look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ran up and I came in it
Givin’ it to her raw
Say Ariel for Thanksgiving
I’ma switch your car, sweetie
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
Everything I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me mata top
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
I ain’t bluffin’, I’m callin’ it how I see it
My niggas do numbers, we undefeated
Had everything but a mausoleum
Big bank on me, like two M
Fish tank look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealin’ mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil’ shawty love to give me mata top
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
Everything I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me mata top

[Chorus]
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn near look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah

[Verse 2]
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Kutthroat Bill, Kodak Black
I’m slayin’ her, I’m slayin’ her
You pussy niggas don’t wear enough
I ain’t even tryna get jammed up
Keep switchin’ up, brand new Android
Feel like the feds be watchin’ me everywhere I go, I’m paranoid
Still keep a 9 millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon’—, how are you sleepin’ on me?
Lil’ nigga, I do big ole’ things
Mask on ’cause these bitches be sick
Racks on me, ’bout to pay for a hit
Keep hand sanitizer ’cause you niggas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil’ nigga, it’s lit
My P.O. fine, I’ma tell her to quit
She already know I got meth in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this bitch
Fuck what the paper say, that ain’t my jit
If Brady pull up, nigga, that ain’t my stick
The police be askin’ ’bout murders and shit
I’ma stand up, nigga, I’ll take me a sit
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
I’m gleerious, they curious
I’m sweatin’ up bitch, I respect my dick
I won’t fuck no ho’ on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain’t even got no email
I’m pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season