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letra de kick back (feat. lil slice) - adam and miles

[verse 1: james “lil’ slice” aravena]
bling bling bling you know i can’t even sing
i don’t do rap sh-t man that sh-t is underrated
i don’t where d-ckies i wear pants
i don’t even know where my problem begins
if we got beef we got a problem to begin, a problem begins
late nights in my bed yeah tossing and turning
driving my car feels like a foreign
b-tch, i need some new all my sh-t is so foreign
b-tch, i got a new car its a foreign
me and adam v he got the jeans
followed my wave like charlie stacy
b-tch that little charlie he looks like macy

[verse 2: miles]
f-ck supreme that sh-t ain’t cheap
f-ck that hype sh-t i’m still a beast
i always like my feast
i know you couldn’t know if i go harder than your flow but my raps can’t get more dead the deceased
i don’t wear pants i wear d-ckies
all these kids rapping is so sh-tty
hitting fifty
raps hitting you harder than grenades
can’t believe my raps getting me paid
been rhyming for some days

[verse 3: adam v]
there’s only 24 hours in a day
only 12 notes a man can play
so when adam v gets behind the boards
i’ll be dropping more records then you could afford
i used to just chill and try and get around
now i cruise and straight run this town
don’t look back in anger and end up an oasis
just pop in the aux in the car and rock and play this

[verse 4: adam v]
break up with your girl, it ended in tears
vincent van gogh go mail that ear
i’m like john lennon cause i live to imagine
walk up to yo girl and them t-tties be sagging
i can’t help my feelings i go out my mind
got a calculator watch its giving me the time
so i leave you this, my first line of today
stay making records and namaste

[verse 5: miles]
sat-rday night but stay throwing it back
it’s still adam and your son mr whack
i am a high key guy but my tempo is clean
spitting platinum hits like you never ever seen
what are you gonna do to me i’m living in a free world with my amigos and my girl
and i got more sweatshirt than earl
i still can’t tray flip (your little little g-y d-ck!)

[outro: adam v]
load up on guns, bring your friends
it’s fun to lose and to pretend
she’s over-bored and self–ssured
oh no, i know a dirty word
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, how low
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, how low
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, how low
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo
with the lights out, it’s less dangerous
here we are now, entertain us
i feel stupid and contagious
here we are now, entertain us
a mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
yeah, hey
i’m worse at what i do best
and for this gift i feel blessed
our little group has always been
and always will until the end
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, how low
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, how low
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo, how low
h-llo, h-llo, h-llo
with the lights out, it’s less dangerous
here we are now, entertain us
i feel stupid and contagious
here we are now, entertain us
a mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
yeah, hey
james! james! stop!
you f-cked up the whole songs james!
(can we play it again?)

- adam and miles

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