letra de kick flavor - real boston richey
[intro]
huh
(ddot cold as a motherf-cker, on god), yeah
huh
yeah, b-tch, huh, uh, uh
yeah
yeah, hold on
come on, bring it in
alright, right there, turn it up
yeah, hold on, get like this
brrt, ooh
[chorus]
kick flavor, i’m the sh-t, ain’t i?
used to post up on the block with a big banger
p-ssy jit, i done growed up, now i’m the sh-t, ain’t i?
bought the b-tch a car and bought her bags, but can’t sh-t change her
finally done ran it up, now i’m tryna get a crib in coral gables
super piped up, get stupid, i’ll bring a table, set the table
i seen a n-gga slimin’ a n-gga he grew up with just for the paper
me and my brother, we locked forevеr, this sh-t ain’t cain and abel, uh
[verse]
i done seen a n-gga i love call thе tip line
my dog cuffed a ho, but when it came to my b-tch, we flipped mine
seen a n-gga do a drill, then pulled up and tried to switch irons
me and you, we ain’t the same, my opps, i done k!lled mines
so what you think i’ma do ’bout my baby, you abort mines?
leave the club drunk, come home, eat it like a pork rind
they see this whip i’m ridin’ in, they can’t afford mine
i only’ll claim a bad b-tch, none of these wh0res mines
mm, sh-t i think i want the virgil handbag
i’m on n-ggas’ tops, same place where the b-tch lace at
all them n-ggas that slept on me, p-ssy n-gga, this the payback
poppin’ too much sh-t in the city, same place i caught my case at
different n-gga, i still catch plays where i f-ckin’ lay at
the feds listenin’, i take that back, they say i shouldn’t even say that
i hit the hood, i ask them young n-ggas what the f-ck is payback?
i’m in mia with a coke-bottle-shape b-tch, like where your waist at?
a different type of n-gga
real rich n-gga and i’m playin’ with different type of figures
a different type of head ’cause i’m totin’ a different type of pistol
hold on, ain’t no rap n-gga, i go by a different type of system, uh
deray don’t answer, i call my mama phone like, “mom, where ray at?”
n-gga ain’t swingin’ the strap the right way, n-gga, i pull up and take that
i told that b-tch i was on the edge, not talkin’ where my tape at
caught me down, my b-tch cheated on me, i took her straight back
came through, sprayed the ghost gun, tell them crackers to trace that
i been a big blood, you could pull up, ask k stacks
baby girl, your p-ssy good, why would you waste that?
waste that p-ssy on a broke n-gga, it’s hard to face that
[chorus]
kick flavor, i’m the sh-t, ain’t i?
used to post up on the block with a big banger
p-ssy jit, i done growed up, now i’m the sh-t, ain’t i?
bought the b-tch a car and bought her bags, but can’t sh-t change her
finally done ran it up, now i’m tryna get a crib in coral gables
super piped up, get stupid, i’ll bring a table, set the table
i seen a n-gga slimin’ a n-gga he grew up with just for the paper
me and my brother, we locked forever, this sh-t ain’t cain and abel
[outro]
(ddot cold as a motherf-cker, on god)
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