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letra de kick rocks (cover) - yubi wheel

[chorus]
with my—with my glock i c-ck it back and let it bang
freddie—the freddie dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
the chorus—, the chorus said it, i just want your dna
k!lling—k!lling b-tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (ain’t for—)
with my—with my glock i c-ck it back and let it bang
freddie—the freddie dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
the chorus—the chorus said it, i just want your dna
k!lling—k!lling b-tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame

[verse 1]
kicking—kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like lego blocks
the image in my mind is your neck in the knot
all these groupie b-tches, tell them go and kick rocks
the freddiе is exclusive to my b-tch, and you are not
plеnty—plenty other people wanna be like me
but they don’t got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
b-tches call me daddy, but i’m gonna k!ll their daddy
smoke a fatty, i have had it, where’s my gun and where is bradley?

[chorus]
with my—with my glock i c-ck it back and let it bang
freddie—the freddie dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
the chorus—the chorus said it, i just want your dna (dn—)
k!lling—k!lling b-tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame
[bridge]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 2]
m-m-money fallin’ out my pockets while i run from the police
i-i don’t give a f-ck, i c-ck it back, he done, there ain’t no peace
the chorus—the chorus hits like it’s the hammer on the piece
m-motherf-cker, what you talkin’ ’bout? i’m sl!cker than some grease
slide it—slide it on ’em with the choppa
s-s-slide it on ’em like a slip n’ slide
w-w-water, w-w-water on my neck, my spanish ho say that sh-t agua
c-c-cocaína, that sh-t went through nicaragua
and-and yeah, i keep that pistol on me, that’s my n-gga stopper
and-and f-ck the way you think i should be talking pr-pr-proper
put the ak-47, talkin’ back like you his papa, uh
p-p-pop in at the opposition, with lead and copper, uh
c-c-c-c-ck it back and let it bang
what—what you hear in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
the chorus—the chorus, don’t tell you what you get with the fame
more b-tches for the k!llin’ n-gga—
with my—with my—with my—with my

[chorus]
with my—with my glock i c-ck it back and let it bang (haha)
freddie—the freddie dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
the chorus—the chorus said it, i just want your dna
k!lling—k!lling b-tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame (ain’t for—)
with my—with my glock i c-ck it back and let it bang
freddie—the freddie dredd got perfect aim inside your brain
the chorus—the chorus said it, i just want your dna
k!lling—k!lling b-tches is so fun, it ain’t for fame

- yubi wheel

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