Lyrical Breakdown of Flirting With Death (feat. GorditoFlo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Flirting With Death (feat. GorditoFlo)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Zeuz)
I've been thuggin' as a child like I'm livin' in the wild
Look up and see the moon smile, you with me all the while
I'm comfortable in danger, grew up in juvenile
I love to play with bangers, I'm flirtin' with the grave, yeah
Kiss my .45, just got it yesterday
I trust my AK, but I don't even trust my bae
I'm makin' murder plays, it put smiles on my face
To get a nigga murdered, I be flirtin' with the grave
A nigga better not piss, if he try, he better not miss
A nigga wave his steel, think he tryna blow a kiss
A nigga better not diss, he gon' be right on the list
Got somewhere else to be, so I ain't fightin' with my fist
They hatin' for no reason, can't even tell me why it's beef
Just keep this in between, we ain't gotta make a scene
Shit was just a dream, never thought that I could blow
I mean, I knew that I could blow, but I ain't think that I would blow
I'm a skillful guy, it ain't like don't nobody know
But my relations with that fire, probably dive right in the nose
I need another soul just so mine can be relieved
Blood all on my sleeve
I've been thuggin' as a child like I'm livin' in the wild
Look up and see the moon smile, you with me all the while
I'm comfortable in danger, grew up in juvenile
I love to play with bangers, I'm flirtin' with the grave, yeah
Kiss my .45, just got it yesterday
I trust my AK, but I don't even trust my bae
I'm makin' murder plays, it put smiles on my face
To get a nigga murdered, I be flirtin' with the grave
De la muerte yo solo me enamoré
Me hice rico en el año del 23
To' lo' peine' de .30 en mi .40
Veinticuatro millone' yo quiero hacer
Quiero chavo' azule' de lo' nuevo' cien
To' lo mío PF en Marabe
To' lo' mío' en la puerta de Marabe
Hablas mierda y te hago desaparecer
Van a haber rosa' muerta y un AK
Mucha droga y pistola, parezco un cartel
El primer latino que firma el gran Z
Moviendo la droga, eso e' lo que yo sé
Esquivando la policía y los B
Generando más dinero que ayer
Medio kilo en mi muñeca
Carajito enmaliantao'
Como si fuera salvaje
Miro la luna rey
Estoy como algo calmao'
Del peligro porque sabe'
Que así fue que yo crecí
I've been thuggin' as a child like I'm livin' in the wild
Look up and see the moon smile, you with me all the while
I'm comfortable in danger, grew up in juvenile
I love to play with bangers, I'm flirtin' with the grave, yeah
Kiss my .45, just got it yesterday
I trust my AK, but I don't even trust my bae
I'm makin' murder plays, it put smiles on my face
To get a nigga murdered, I be flirtin' with the grave