CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Kick

At least they got a kick like jujitsu
Chris rock around with a missile
I call her
Little nasty b*t*h I knew you was a threesh
And she said I'm a dog b*t*h, give me a treat or two
And I got a scope, on a motherf**king glizzie, you know ima bust it, you know that I'm seeing you
Bro why the f**k

Man I swear that this sh*t do not even matter
Take your b*t*h on a date, ima eat it after
Yeah, I know that she sexy, but when she take it off I swear to god, she lookin even badder
I do the white man ,[?], no Stephen [?]
Took that lil b*t*h to the telly, so we can pa** her
And she sucking my d**k, and so damn its down her
And I just got a check, I don't got a counter
Cause the money counter, counting up, and go beep
My b*t*h like Coi Leray, she so pet**e
And I'm coolin with Joyce, hit that we on the beach
And I said that are you hungry, lets do Uber eats
Why she telling me to eat her booty in the sheets
Little nasty b*t*h, I knew you was a threesh
And she said I'm a dog b*t*h, give me a treat or two
And I got a scope, on a motherf**king glizzie, you know ima bust it, you know that I'm seeing you
Bro why the f**k do this b*t*h keep on blowing on my f**king phone, ima KanKan beat on you
I really rock out with that, [?]
I was f**king your shawty, that's why she so sexy
And I'm only one twenty, but yeah I still flexin
And they still got a kick, ima send them to heaven
At least they got a kick like jujitsu
Chris rock around with a missile
I call her [?] ,they gon blitz you
Tax for a fee, and I tell them the rent do
I'm referee, and said I'm to official
C*m hard on my t-shirt
Skate on a beat hit a back side reverb
And I just heard my music, on yo mama speaker
Stick in a box and it go like, ee er
How you get cheese, and you lactose intolerant
Shout out ten retro, I'm bump b*t*h anonymous
I go ultra instinct, autonomous
Me and yvngxchris be the goats, that's obvious
And I just left the tally, came back with two threesh
Why they threw me a dub I'm trash so you can keep it
And she said dog, but I throw of the leash
And these rappers be sweeter than, Georgia peaches (he he yeah)
And I swear that my pockets be getting fatter
To be honest ,this really don't even matter