Tangotalk

[Intro] Huh (DDot cold as a motherfu*ker, 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 s*it, ain’t I? Used to post up on the block with a big banger Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I’m the s*it, ain’t I? Bought the b!tch a car and bought her bags, but can’t s*it 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 sliming a n!gga he grew up with just for the paper Me and my brother, we locked forever, this s*it ain’t Cain and Abel, uh [Verse] I done seen a n!gga I love call the 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 killed 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 riding in, they can’t afford mine I only’ll claim a bad b!tch, none of these wh*res mines Mm, s*it 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, pu*sy n!gga, this the payback Popping too much s*it in the city, same place I caught my case at Different n!gga, I still catch plays where I fu*king lay at The feds listening, I take that back, they say I shouldn’t even say that I hit the hood, I ask them young n!ggas what the fu*k 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 playing with different type of figures A different type of head ’cause I’m toting 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 swinging the strap the right way, n!gga, I pull up and take that I told that b!tch I was on the edge, not talking 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 pu*sy good, why would you waste that? Waste that pu*sy on a broke n!gga, it’s hard to face that [Chorus] Kick flavor, I’m the s*it, ain’t I? Used to post up on the block with a big banger Pissy jit, I done growed up, now I’m the s*it, ain’t I? Bought the b!tch a car and bought her bags, but can’t s*it 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 sliming a n!gga he grew up with just for the paper Me and my brother, we locked forever, this s*it ain’t Cain and Abel [Outro] (DDot cold as a motherfu*ker, on God). Kick Flavor lyrics – Real Boston Richey : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com