Kid The Superstardom by KORMILETSKY Lyrics
KORMILETSKY on the block, bitch
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 bitches 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 bitch
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 dick
On that dirty thottie face
We’re still going so hard
Lotta shit in my life wan’ last chances
MK team
Making Gucci richer
Making wet that bitch, yah
But enemies gon’ snitch us
My dear sweetheart
Order your pussy to eat it
Crowd I gon’ rock it
And damn motherfuckers
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, bitch
I’m tired of myself
Walking inside you
Every step of your body
On my block, yeah
Samples from my tracks still going viral
All this bitches 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)
All my VVS right on your block, boy
With no access to my safe you can’t wear my gold (no)
But yeah damn boy I’m settin’ up new password for you
“Imma stupid bitch with driving license from Walmart”
Curly-haired girls
Terrifical fees
I bought new exclusive
No money for shit
No money for lease
No dummies but green
My balls broke the rims
My boys broke the system
Fuck off this bitches
Fuck off the whole league
I’m making bitch nervous
And driving her crazy
And that shit’s amazing
I love all my babies
My hoeseies are sexy
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 fuck what u gon’ say!
With all this shit 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 bitches flexing
Their diamonds
All my money, all my money were pirated
(paw-paw)
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 bitches 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 bitch
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 dick
On that dirty thottie face
We’re still going so hard
Lotta shit in my life wan’ last chances
MK team
Making Gucci richer
Making wet that bitch, yah
But enemies gon’ snitch us
My dear sweetheart
Order your pussy to eat it
Crowd I gon’ rock it
And damn motherfuckers
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, bitch
I’m tired of myself
Walking inside you
Every step of your body
On my block, yeah
Samples from my tracks still going viral
All this bitches 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)
All my VVS right on your block, boy
With no access to my safe you can’t wear my gold (no)
But yeah damn boy I’m settin’ up new password for you
“Imma stupid bitch with driving license from Walmart”
Curly-haired girls
Terrifical fees
I bought new exclusive
No money for shit
No money for lease
No dummies but green
My balls broke the rims
My boys broke the system
Fuck off this bitches
Fuck off the whole league
I’m making bitch nervous
And driving her crazy
And that shit’s amazing
I love all my babies
My hoeseies are sexy
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 fuck what u gon’ say!
With all this shit 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 bitches flexing
Their diamonds
All my money, all my money were pirated
(paw-paw)