Multi-platinum rapper Kodak Black is back with a brand new single, “Shampoo”. This track showcases a different side of Kodak, blending his signature flow with smooth melodies and a laid-back vibe.
Dive into the sonic spa:
- Smooth & Confident: Kodak’s signature bravado takes a relaxed turn, delivering effortlessly cool bars over a soothing synth loop and head-nodding beat.
- Catchy Hooks & Melodies: The chorus is instantly memorable, with Kodak’s vocals gliding effortlessly over the production.
- Genre-Bending: “Shampoo” blurs the lines, incorporating elements of hip-hop, R&B, and even hints of funk, creating a fresh and unique sound.
- Lyrical Wordplay: Kodak’s wit shines through, with clever wordplay and punchlines that keep you engaged.
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- Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
- Release Date: February 23, 2024
- Copyright: Vulture Love/Capitol Records; ℗ 2024 Vulture Love, LLC, under exclusive license to UMG Recordings, Inc.
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LYRICS
[Intro]
Got the bitch dizzy
Yak and cheese whip
Yakker on the drip
Yak sauce, condiment
Drip store, condiment
I got the condiment, man
Know what I’m sayin’ (Dzy on the beat)
The drip store
Condiment, Yak sauce
[Verse 1]
Baby, love got the fake job with the botox
Yeah, nigga, donk paint job like butterscotch
I was ‘cross town zootin’ with my dog Pookaduke
Yeah, nigga, train different color like fruit loop
Favorite girl calls and she stay in Michigan
Drunk a lotta coffee now I gotta’ shit again
Niggas know they ain’t seein’ Yak ’cause they never did
Yeah, nigga, MAC can’t suppress like the evidence
Madе a lot of Haitians turn Jewish, told ’em, “Godsent”
I ain’t got no phonе I talk to Murda on a iPad
Switchin’ up rentals, you ain’t even know what car I’m in
Yeah, nigga, I got the sauce like condiment
[Chorus]
Yeah, nigga, I been smokin’ deuce with the camera crew
Yeah, nigga, I been drinkin’ Goose like the animal
Furniture mahogany and the whole floor bamboo
Yeah, nigga, bitch soakin’ wet, nigga, shampoo
[Verse 2]
Drop my last album same day a bitch overdosed
Next day, they found Jay Martin layin’, comatose
Don’t paint job butterscotch, seats butter toast
Bitch, I’m tryna fuck you wife, nigga got your number for?
Bakin’ soda Pyrex, whippin’ up a dope cake
Mix match designer, rockin’ Gucci with the Dolce
Flees on fluffy and McQueen on ’61
Kodak Black went Bodak Yellow on a Bentley truck
Cuban links so damn big, they like, “What the fuck?”
Bitch, I’m tryna fuck, why you think I got your number for?
Ain’t nothin’ sweet, keep a piece like buttercup
Snuck up in a club with the fire, that’s a tummy tuck
[Chorus]
Yeah, nigga, I been smokin’ deuce with the camera crew
Yeah, nigga, I been drinkin’ Goose like the animal
Furniture mahogany and the whole floor bamboo
Yeah, nigga, bitch soakin’ wet, nigga, shampoo
