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letra de kick ass - stanwill

[intro]
b-tch, i’m getting slow head ’cause the whip fast
ha-ha, yeah

[verse]
b-tch, i’m getting slow head ’cause the whip fast
scrolling through my dms, every b-tch bad
sprint [?] walking out with six jacks
tote a big mag, f-ck i look like tryna kick ass?
bro got four in his two-liter, he don’t know dugg
i just the head off yo neck, baby, i don’t want love
i just drop four on the set, baby, i ain’t no bum
if i catch him out, give him smoke, i ain’t selling no drugs
whole gang got cash, she gon’ throw a lil’ head
unc’ liver ’bout to fail but his cup still red
you was all gassed up, now that pump to yo head
if it’s up then you gotta know it’s stuck till you dead
lil’ n-gga with some big pape
five dollar white tee on but my kicks eight
flying in a ufo, i ain’t in sp-ce
gotta know the only thing i care about is ben franks
say shе love me? i only love cheesе
two hoes but it’s only one me
two poles but i’m only one deep
i could never be the wimpy kid, b-tch, i touch cheese
gang and ’em pouring drank in that asian pop
25, motherf-cking 8, i be chasing guap
got his lil’ heart broke thinking he gon’ save a thot
pull up with them big bop sticks and he raised the block
i done broke the money counter running through some new pape
[?] that’s what my shoe say
real hoes don’t exist, every b-tch two-faced
thinking i’m a l!ck? hundred beams to yo toupée
i ain’t [?] my ho ’cause she bought a new face
750s got me zipped up in some new bape
v12 in the amg, hogging two lanes
glock 23’ll leave him sick like a flu, gang
swinging two sticks, nunchuking like i’m liu kang
rich as h-ll, still mask up, brodie bruce wayne
we was sh-tting way before you n-ggas ever knew gang
four sticks in this whip, it’s like i’m playing two games
catch him mean-mugging through his buffs, i’ma shoot frame
stepping in this b-tch got me f-cking up my shoe, gang
“goat” and “big sh-tter”, them my only two names
new b-tch head bounce, she my lil’ [?]
cheating on my b-tch, every day i get some new brain
he ain’t thinking with his egg? bake it like some soufflé
how the f-ck my whip on ocean drive but the roof ain’t?
mr. [?] aubrey graham, i got two dracs
four hundred dollars, all a n-gga bought was two steaks
catch him [?] club up like it’s tuesday
let a n-gga say it’s up with us, that’s his doomsday
in the oven mitt, it ain’t sh-t to get yo crew baked
if you slide, 7.62s make yo coupe break
i’ll punch a opp head in, make his tooth break
seven hundred horses, b-tch, i’m zooming up the two-way
they be tryna talk like we ain’t sh-tting, n-gga, who ain’t?

- stanwill

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