Letra de Christopher Columbus - Kodak Black

Hey man a, hey what they-

Haiti like, won Independence 1791, 1804, they gave us our papers and stuff

[?], you know that's for everybody

Christopher Columbus, sellin' infos I be dufflin'

Shittin' on these niggas, pootin' on 'em like I'm Russian

I Feel like Willy Lynch hanging out the Cutlass

You can't hang me on no tree unless there's money

Jesus died on Friday, how the hell did he wake up on Sunday

Me and Djay really up for three days, thuggin likes its funny

Ayy, all y'all want the same bihh, im driftin' I won't cuff em

Ayy, niggas ain't really eatin' for real just know I know you muzzled

It ain't Easter, but I'm outchere, im car hopping like a bunny

Ain't on that Easter shit, she wanna have my egg But I ain't nuttin

I just got the splat for nothing Just to buck it, then I dumped it, still feel like a fugitive Cause every day I'm road running

Ain't on the ground no more But I still be cross the tracks like Harriet Tubman

I'm stereotyped, but I got a white blondie

Give me head til dummy, don't trust you with my livelihood Can't even trust you with my money

Don't trust myself, cause I'm a crook And trust is not applied to money

Get the job done fucking nine to five fire a nigga up in public The Glock, it got a private part But I would let her go off in public

Christopher Columbus, sellin' infos I be dufflin'

Shittin' on these niggas, pootin' on 'em like I'm Russian

I Feel like Willy Lynch hanging out the Cutlass

You can't hang me on no tree unless there's money

Jesus died on Friday, how the hell did he wake up on Sunday

Me and Djay really up for three days, thuggin likes its funny

Ayy, all y'all want the same bihh, im driftin' I won't cuff em

Ayy, niggas ain't really eatin' for real just know I know you muzzled

You know you won't die for me, you know you won't blast for me

Hell you ain't rockin, but that sniper shit my strategy

Nigga I'm bout it, bout it soldiers like I'm Master P

I be on the magazine, I still be totin magazines

I fell in love with Ratchets grew up doing savage things

Yeah, that snapping made me feel like fuck this rapping thing

Kunta Kinte, I be battling tragedies

I run it like I'm Reggie Jackson on the track feild team

To make it out of hood, gotta be a rapper or athlete

My uncle name was Marshall, he knew I was a masterpiece

He used to tell them niggas about letting me roll dice at the dope stroll, They used to be like shit this young lil nigga the one who winning gold

Was a young nigga when I was grown I'm a young nigga but I'm grown

And he let me hold chrome, but he can never diss me on no song

Nigga my cranium is off, baby, you don't know what time I'm on

You need to go run down on your own, nigga I ran down on my own

I ain't gotta tell you what I'ma do, nigga I'ma do it on my own

Cause when I lay down in my death bed, nigga I'm snoozing by my own Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what the hell I be on? I can act a fool then I can start rapping cool and drop jewels on these songs

Christopher Columbus, sellin' infos I be dufflin'

Shittin' on these niggas, pootin' on 'em like I'm Russian

I Feel like Willy Lynch hanging out the Cutlass

You can't hang me on no tree unless there's money

Jesus died on Friday, how the hell did he wake up on Sunday

Me and Djay really up for three days, thuggin likes its funny

Ayy, all y'all want the same bihh, im driftin' I won't cuff em

Ayy, niggas ain't really eatin' for real just know I know you muzzled

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