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letra de kickin' shit - young menace

[intro: young menance]
alright, yeah, yeah
his name’s “pablo”

[verse 1: young menace]
kicking sh-t with chun-li, i’m at tsu house
i just beat the p-ssy from the back, it got blew out
you see that ass on that b-tch, she got stupid cheeks
i came so low and left with a group of freaks
i be sh-tting on n-ggas, this a dookie sleeve
these n-ggas mad high step, that’s why they shoot at knees
boy, you ain’t big dog, y’all a couple fleas
i threw a rack on the chop, it got double d’s
i just bust down a whole pack at the doubletree
right after you suck this d-ck, b-tch, you can leave
i just got a money counter, how can i miscount?
boy, you can get the whole clip on discount
smoking dirt weed, that ain’t medical
how you got guns and won’t shoot? are they collectibles?
quit lying to yo self, you not a [?]
i’ll pull up and shoot you and the n-gga nеxt to you
i’m calling plays from the side like your favoritе coach
known for the blue faces, like the famous loc
when it come to getting money, it ain’t really nothing
i be traveling with that bag like it’s really luggage
i just poured a couple lines, now i’m feeling sluggish
yeah, i got a couple shots for who feeling thuggish
i’m on my way to top, i came from the dirt
let a n-gga talk down, i put him on the dirt
i got shooters on a team like i play with dirk
shooter accurate, he’ll knock a b-tton off yo shirt
sh-t was all good just last week
popped a n-gga ’cause he tried to joke and say we had beef
[verse 2: stanwill]
yeah, yeah, huh, aye
i ain’t got no beef, it’s steak and chicken when i do hibachi
take yo stick and throw that b-tch away ’cause you won’t shoot n0body
huh, lil’ b-tch said i’m rich as f-ck, she like, “do you know roddy?”
huh, lil’ b-tch see i punch sh-t, she like, “do you know rocky?”
up a fifty, all blues, b-tch thought she hallucinating
if we catch the opps, them n-ggas through unless they do the matrix
i was broke as f-ck thinking, “what i gotta do to make it?”
now i’m up up, cut into hoes like, “can you get naked?”
like, b-tch, lose yo clothes
let them lil’ b-tches see me and you gon’ lose yo hoes
every time i step in saks fifth, b-tch, i lose some pros
if you ain’t tryna use that lil’ neck, you better use them toes
like, b-tch, you walking, you can’t ride with me
did ten off a 201, you cannot slide with me
my b-tch punch too, can f-ck around and get ronda beat
you ain’t got chicken but always in some kind of beef
man, huh, like n-ggas poor as f-ck
kicking sh-t down, n-ggas tryna close the door on us
why the f-ck every time i see the opps they turn to forrest gump?
swiper, no swiping? f-ck that, i got dora’s punch
like drip expensive and my food too
when i throw the signal, ain’t no telling what my troops do
she said, “boy, you rich”, i’m like i know, b-tch, i’m rude too
put away the sport, hit the road, see what the coupe do
like, huh, zoom-zoom, b-tch, we outta there
penthouse on the hundredth floor, that’s a lot of stairs
if we catch ’em out, pop the trunk, it’s a chop in there
told the b-tch, “i don’t need you, i need guap and air”
[verse 3: young menance]
hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, stan, let me get that back
i be doing turn arounds like i left my strap
i be shooting with this hand, i ain’t pouring with it
and if it’s money on the floor, i’ma go and get it
i came with the drac’ but this ain’t “one dance”
yelling out kobe while i’m shooting with one hand
i made a whole lotta money flipping one band
how you tryna slide through some shots that didn’t land?
i’ll drop dawg like a fly, he the missing man
i’ll drop dawg like some tea, he the lipton man
sent some shots at his leg, he the limping man
i’ll send that sh-t to his chest, it’ll lift a man
snuck the strap in the club, we don’t do fights
long-ass clip, i’ll shoot this b-tch with two nights
a bunch of hoes in yo crew, where the thugs at?
you ain’t a k!ller, you like tommy off of rugrats
stay blowing up my line, he like, “where the drugs at?”
sneak diss and some slugs, where yo mug at?
the [?] shelves hitting the ground, man, love that
how these broke n-ggas want beef? where yo funds at?
lil’ bro wouldn’t k!ll a fly, where yo gun at?
n-gga, you ain’t from the hood, where you hung at?
grab yo b-tch, put my d-ck where her tongue at
take her to the back, hit from the back, yeah, she love that
all this money in my pocket, could’ve bought a building
side b-tch tripping, i really think she caught feelings
but i be cutting into hoes, can you pass the scissors?
b-tches tell you go home just like sister, sister

- young menace

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