Kodak Black – Feelin’ Peachy Lyrics

Feelin’ Peachy Lyrics by Kodak Black

American rapper, Kodak Black is here with a brand new one titled “Feelin’ Peachy” and we are happy to drop song lyrics below.

[Intro] You know I needed you, why would leave me?
Keeping it real every day, it ain’t easy
Sorry this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby

 

[Chorus] This is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby

 

[Verse 1] You know I needed you, why would leave me?
Keeping it real every day, it ain’t easy
Cardigans weather, it come out next season
[?] would you just stay with me please
I’ma bless lil’ mama like she sneezing
Scored a triple double for my nieces
I just bought a Rover for no rеason
I’m on house arrest, I can’t evеn leave
Locked up in the pen, but I ain’t peed
The water dripping off me Aquafina
Love my uncle [?] uncle [?] Love my auntie [?] auntie [?] Blowing all this money ’cause it freeze
Scamming in Miami by the beach
Telling on your homies, that ain’t Z
Boy, I heard you ratted for a cheesecake

 

[Chorus] This is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby

 

[Verse 2] Snipers and the beams in lil’ lil’ Haiti
Sipping on the lean but I ain’t lazy
[?] bae, check your saving
Skeeted on her face, she say he [?] I been smoking coffee with the weed
I’ma keep you healthy selling P’s
Devil wanna sign me, what’s the plea?
Double nines on me, I’m from 18th
Louis V peach-colored blanket
Dogging on these b!tches, I got rabies
Hitting her from the back, I told her face me
I been getting a lot of money lately
Cardi B I hope you like your bracelet
Shawty say I’m handsome for a Haitian
I just rent the Spider for the weekend
Lying on my d–k but it ain’t shrinking

 

[Chorus] Sorry, this ain’t orange, this is peach
Gotta keep a carbon in my reach
Pink and calamari on my teeth, baby
Might just put them Forgi’s on a jeep
I keep spilling coffee on my jeans
I don’t like this talking, I’m gon’ squeeze, baby