Kodak Black - Aug 25th lyrics

You know I was goin' be somethin' but you ain't never tell me And that's the reason you ain't let me know I got you present Cause you know if you would've told me, I would make you daddy You knew that I was gon' make it, but you ain't never tell me All this time I thought “Oh boy, was yo' baby daddy” I was thuggin' hard, but the hood knew I was goin' make it rappin' I wanna buy you Burkin', but I'm scared that you goin' sell it I was inspecting the leather, but you ain't never met it You said you sent me some pictures, but I ain't never get it And I know when you hear my songs, you think I'm being petty But what's the pressure 'bout being leather, what I did to ya? What I owe ya, call my phone, and I'ma give it to ya No matter who I put it in, that's still a ni**a jit I still remember yo' birthday, off your 25th This year I'ma take you somewhere special, you goin' get a gift And yeen' got worry 'bout me no more, calling you a b*tch And yeen' got worry 'bout me no more, cussing you out But you want diamonds and sh*t, but I'm floodin' you out But take a ni**a out child support Cause I already be goin' to court, damn I knew it was for money when she went and grabbed a Porsche I hope you bought my son a BB-Gun I really thought I went B-9 Shorty plottin' on me for this whole time I ain't even get to rub your belly once You kept the baby from me for the whole nine Sometimes, I sit back, and wonder if we'll be forever I think me sexting your people won't make it better We used to skip school together, we we're just thirteen Just making all this cents to me you got my first C I used to walk from the projects, way to the circle park You told your first love is over, and gave me your heart I missed the way you locked that dick in every time I slip it I know you a waitin' for me to stop and put you in position I'm .. late night Hunchin' and kissin' You don't even know what you wanna do, so how you run the business? I told you put it on paper, lets make a proposition You don't even know what you wanna do, but you run the business You be actin' like you wanna pop out, and get famous On the low, I hope you know you're still my ol' lady If I could I would, keep you in the crib I wanna have us a threesome, you and K Slim And another one, and another one Matter fact, b*tch, fu*k youyy