Harlem Nights Lyrics – Kodak Black

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[Intro]
DA got that dope

[Chorus]
Mmm, shawty leaving me on seen ’cause I’m outta sight
Thinking ’bout them days and all the nights
When they use a n!gga pride on then Harlem nights
Cracker racist, but I’m talking to him like I’m nice

[Verse]
I’m so motherfu*king bored, I’ma read a book
I’ve been pushing up a pon tryna steal a rook

I’on wanna catch corona so I’m drinking Bel Air Luxe
My n!ggas want me on the corner, but I’m in the booth
The Hatian mafia crips told me that they got my back
But when I’m bending the whip through Harlem I still tote the pipe
N!ggas hating on the low, but I be too damn high
They tryna catch me out the door, that’s why I stay inside
I’m switching lanes and fu*king models, think my baby know
‘Cause shawty always tryna argue, I’ma shoot her toe
We in miami on the yatch, she tryna drive the boat
I got her fu*ked up ’bout my lingo, she been stealing quotes
Shawty leaving me on seen, got a n!gga bent
I deleted every message that I ever sent
Remember posted in the trap and I ain’t have no dough
My n!gga tryna get me set, but I’m just wanted poke
I said fu*k the studio, I’m running in the sto’
I was sixteen on a mission tryna get some golds
Play with E Murder, you get murder by yo momma doke
I still love him like a brother, hope my n!gga know
I’ma send a voice recording if the b!tch don’t answer
Lost my feelings in the cage, now I’m a German Shepard
I think the mail room playing games ’cause I ain’t get no letter
Me and my n!gga Johnny Cage, we so fu*king pressure, yeah
I was fu*king with this wax like that n!gga Geechi
I used to tote a MPX, but I ain’t get to squeeze it
Got so much love for my city, I’m always on my Z s*it

Man, I’ma put her on a jet before she try to leave me
Shawty leaving me on seen like a n!gga square
Feel like putting that pistol on her, snatch her by her hair
I don’t know who the fu*k you looking for, b!tch, I’m a millionaire
I dropped few hits behind the wall and turnt up everywhere, yeah

[Chorus]
Shawty leaving me on seen ’cause I’m outta sight
Thinking ’bout them days and all the nights
When they use a n!gga pride on then Harlem nights
Cracker racist, but I’m talking to him like I’m nice