Letra de Kobe
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No but really I'm a rapper now
Fuck you all
Fuck you all
[Hook]
I really think that I'm ballin'
I really think that I'm Kobe
Catch me in purple and gold
Catch me with a matching Rolly
[Verse 1]
I be in the Hollywood Hills
Your paycheck is one of my room service bills
Just bought a bag and some red bottom heels
They love to hate cause my body is real
[Hook]
I really think that I'm ballin'
I really think that I'm Kobe
Catch me in purple and gold
Catch me with a matching Rolly
I really think that I'm ballin'
I really think that I'm Kobe
Catch me in purple and gold
Catch me with a matching Rolly
... you wanna collab? I'm too faded off of this dab
It's XO Tour Life baby cut you off if you act shady
I can't fuck with broke boys, so get your cash out baby
I only fuck with ballers, paychecks like the NBA
No I can't post you on snap
No I can't fuck with the fakes
Sell out my shows they be packed
Fuck your bitch once give him back
Turn on my phone
Leave me alone
Bitch, I can't call you back
I run through this money like track
[?] snack
Your boyfriend all in my DMs
I don't even follow him back
I really think that I'm ballin'
I really think that I'm Kobe
Catch me in purple and gold
Catch me with a matching Rolly
[Verse 1]
I be in the Hollywood Hills
Your paycheck is one of my room service bills
Just bought a bag and some red bottom heels
They love to hate cause my body is real
[Hook]
I really think that I'm ballin'
I really think that I'm Kobe
Catch me in purple and gold
Catch me with a matching Rolly
I really think that I'm ballin'
I really think that I'm Kobe
Catch me in purple and gold
Catch me with a matching Rolly
... you wanna collab? I'm too faded off of this dab
It's XO Tour Life baby cut you off if you act shady
I can't fuck with broke boys, so get your cash out baby
I only fuck with ballers, paychecks like the NBA
No I can't post you on snap
No I can't fuck with the fakes
Sell out my shows they be packed
Fuck your bitch once give him back
Turn on my phone
Leave me alone
Bitch, I can't call you back
I run through this money like track
[?] snack
Your boyfriend all in my DMs
I don't even follow him back
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