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letra de kick back - empathy (aus)

[hook]
young yougin with a point to prove, you won’t
catch me with the posing crews i can’t ever
f-ck around with opposin’ dudes
bad bad chick, she got mj moves, i’m like
kick back and we sippin’ on the potion
puffin’ on the dro and this b-tch want a load in
put it in her front end then she finna open
i been on the cusp but, i ain’t really copin’

[verse 1]
couple biddie baddies on my lap
blazin’ up the cali hit my plug up with a dap
i was always quiet lil’ mouse at the back
you ain’t felt nothin’ boy i’m comin’ out the trap (aye!)
bad b-tch and a spliff in a meriton like fortay
biddie be my honey, tell her “f-ck me like it’s p-rn”, wait
choppin’ up a quarter and she oughta order foreplay
then i k!ll the p-ssy like a teen up on d-day
this a marathon i ain’t never sprintin’
name another c-nt who finna go the distance
f-ck an eighth man, i need my bud prolific
make her legs ache, that’s a covid symptom
lockdown hit it was an open business
screamin’ “f-ck jacks” jill’s juxtaposition
i’m a stoned c-nt, man got the coppers trippin’
so you think i give a f-ck about your prohibitions?
uhh!
[hook]
young yougin with a point to prove, you won’t
catch me with the posing crews i can’t ever
f-ck around with opposin’ dudes
bad bad chick, she got mj moves, i’m like
kick back and we sippin’ on the potion
puffin’ on the dro and this b-tch want a load in
put it in her front end then she finna open
i been on the cusp but, i ain’t really copin’

[verse 2]
i done came back to this sh-t
every time i write i gotta question a bit
i just wanna spit on some classical sh-t
cement my name ‘til it’s hard as it’s gets
how you do the minimum thinkin’ you’ll get in rhythm?
motherf-cker you ain’t into the same sh-t, i been k!llin’ it
baddie gettin’ intimate, p-ssy sweeter than cinnamon
i put it on her tits and she twerk it like she dominican
i don’t even trip cause you f-ckers just sound illiterate
single syllables when you spit, it ain’t deliberate
you’re just f-ckin’ sh-t bro, admit it the sh-t’s embarrassin’
nah my name ain’t jim, but the game is sh-t imma carry it
put it on my back, she got bigger racks like it thugger
i done f-cked her once and she want me back she be buggin’
‘cause the kid be fly and he f-ckin’ her like no other
guess i did alright for a dude that came out the gutter
day ‘n’ night i stay writin’ like i was cudder
pay the price if you wildin’ i’ll call your mother
maybe f-ck her no rubber until she bussin’
i’m just playin’ ‘cause my b-tch finna bang smoother than b-tter
why you think i cuffed her? there’s no trust for my bruvvas
i realised it on acid was seein’ sh-t like it’s shutter
got the bud up in the saddie, a couple ounces to cut up
f-ck the coppers i won’t give a confession ‘cause i ain’t usher
2 in the front, 3 in the back puffin’
23 grams on the scales, that’s nothin’
add up the peeps in the car like f-ck it
5 more grams that’s an o boy, chop it
i just gotta spit for a minute to let the speaker blow
if you tryna find where i’ll be in brissy it’s 420
if she tryna die she can hit me up on my celly phone
i’ll be tryna wrestle ya b-tch, go rey mysterio
[hook]
young yougin with a point to prove, you won’t
catch me with the posing crews i can’t ever
f-ck around with opposin’ dudes
bad bad chick, she got mj moves, i’m like
kick back and we sippin’ on the potion
puffin’ on the dro and this b-tch want a load in
put it in her front end then she finna open
i been on the cusp but, i ain’t really copin’

- empathy aus

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