letra de kickin' it - killdavyn
[pre-chorus: k!lldavyn]
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
run up on p-ssy boy, he gettin’ hit and the glock on my side so that n-gga get shot
she wanna f-ck with a n-gga like me so i pull up her and i pull out my c-ck
i buy her everything, gold and the diamonds so you know that b-tch really f-ck with the rock
drank in my cup so i’m sippin’ it up, if you ask what i’m sippin’, i’m sippin’ that wok
sippin’ wok, b-tch
30 on my side get popped, b-tch
bum ass b-tch you a bop, b-tch
pull up with a glock, i’mma pop it
pull up with a glock, i’mma pull up with semi shots
you smokin’ crack and you takin’ them demi shots
one eye, b-tch i feel like i’m fetty wap
chop keep on kickin’ so that is a heavy shot
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f-ck with no fanboy n-gga ‘cause them n-ggas g-y and them n-ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f-ckin’ yo b-tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b-tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b-tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f-ckin’ my b-tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop-opped
i know yo b-tch used to callin’ me “pop-pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
[verse 1: k!lldavyn]
yeah, i got a choppa it’s leavin’ you hot hot
smoke in the air like a muf-ckin’ hot box
i’m in her mouth like some muf-ckin’ pop rocks
she wanna f-ck in a muf-ckin’ crop top
i told that b-tch take that sh-t off
i’m high off that gas, it’s makin’ me cough and sh-t
i feel like i’m richie, uh, pull up to the scene and then f-ck on a gothic b-tch
d-mn, i might just toss the b-tch
yeah, i’m on some awesome sh-t
f-ck that bih make her r-t-rded b
and she got the wap like she cardi b
i’m not don, f-ck yo mom, when i pull up in a cardigan
he an opp, get him shot, if he be talkin’ that hot and sh-t
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f-ck with no fanboy n-gga ‘cause them n-ggas g-y and them n-ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f-ckin’ yo b-tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b-tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b-tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f-ckin’ my b-tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop-opped
i know yo b-tch used to callin’ me “pop-pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
[verse 2: 884phxbia]
[pre-chorus: k!lldavyn]
yeah, yeah
run up on p-ssy boy, he gettin’ hit and the glock on my side so that n-gga get shot
she wanna f-ck with a n-gga like me so i pull up her and i pull out my c-ck
i buy her everything, gold and the diamonds so you know that b-tch really f-ck with the rock
drank in my cup so i’m sippin’ it up, if you ask what i’m sippin’, i’m sippin’ that wok
sippin’ wok, b-tch
30 on my side get popped, b-tch
bum ass b-tch you a bop, b-tch
pull up with a glock, i’mma pop it
pull up with a glock, i’mma pull up with semi shots
you smokin’ crack and you takin’ them demi shots
one eye, b-tch i feel like i’m fetty wap
chop keep on kickin’ so that is a heavy shot
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f-ck with no fanboy n-gga ‘cause them n-ggas g-y and them n-ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f-ckin’ yo b-tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b-tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b-tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f-ckin’ my b-tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop-opped
i know yo b-tch used to callin’ me “pop-pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
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