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kormiletsky - kid the superstardom lyrics

kormiletsky on the block, b-tch

all my gang wears prada
only for label “milano”
gotta run away from laws
the main law is the presence of ‘lambo
where’d you go my bro
if i coulda make you feel better
twenty glocks, maybe more
no traitors allowed in mercedes

on my block, yeah
samples from my tracks still going viral
all this b-tches flexing
their diamonds
all my money, all my money were pirated
(paw-paw)
am i wrong bae?
kid’s gonna be the superstardom
or this kiddy already got his vibe tho
all my vvs right on your block, bro
(paw-paw)

we’re in the game
i don’t know ‘bout shame
— on that b-tch
even don’t know her name
d&g belt, man, i sold my soul
gang outta plane
got some louis vuitton
phantom in race
pure gold blowing on my chains
still keeping my d-ck
on that dirty thottie face
we’re still going so hard
lotta sh-t in my life wan’ last chances

mk team
making gucci richer
making wet that b-tch, yah
but enemies gon’ snitch us
my dear sweetheart
order your p-ssy to eat it

crowd i gon’ rock it
and d-mn motherf-ckers
i saw y’all outside
you can’t see me right here
y’all pulled out the ghost
so ghost versus phantom
your brothers will take you
but only for ransom
i bought two g-wagons
two tickets to paris
then tickets to athens
then tickets to bangkok
i brought myself crown
i brought my guys fame
and i got the keys
to lock y’all up in a cell
end!
game over! 100 percent!
(yah, yah)
she follows my gram
(she follows)
but gram cannot follow her
well
i’m done, b-tch
i’m tired of myself
walking inside you
every step of your body

all my vvs right on your block, boy
with no access to my safe you can’t wear my gold (no)
but yeah d-mn boy i’m settin’ up new p-ssword for you
“imma stupid b-tch with driving license from walmart”

curly-haired girls
terrifical fees
i bought new exclusive
no money for sh-t
no money for lease
no dummies but green
my b-lls broke the rims
my boys broke the system
f-ck off this b-tches
f-ck off the whole league
i’m making b-tch nervous
and driving her crazy
and that sh-t’s amazing
i love all my babies
my hoeseies are s-xy
this love is so expensive
okay
i’m goin’ hard like j balvin
walkin’ this rooms super sayin’
runnin’ this life just like usain
i don’t give a f-ck what u gon’ say!
with all this sh-t i’ma bruce lee
lyrics from tracks in a newspapers
then i’ll buy tickets to brussels
and no one can call me a rus guy

on my block, yeah
samples from my tracks still going viral
all this b-tches flexing
their diamonds
all my money, all my money were pirated
(paw-paw)

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