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ebk young joc - kick doe lyrics

kick doe lyrics
[intro]
(moneybagmont, you making hits)
hotboii

[verse]
brodie a pistol popper so don’t start it (so don’t start it)
i got the moneybag, is you gon’ be my ari? (ayy, let me know)
pole on me, boy, it could get tricky in this party
i’ll play a n_gga out but, n_gga, we don’t f_ck with carti (i’ll play him out)
she a bulby booty f_ggot, off that henny she get gnarly
told the b_tch to turn around, what’s on our shirt? it say “free hari” (ayy, turn around)
got a white b_tch, she love going live like icarly (ayy, what the f_ck?)
my [?] he called me flexing in ferrari
i’m like, “okay,” i see you don’t play
bad and bougie b_tch who be litty and she go both ways (and she go both ways)
i keep gas, everywhere i go i got my propane
and let me tell you something, wе ain’t tripping off no_names (no, we ain’t)
she run it in, i need it now еven on slow days (ayy, run it in)
walk him down, closed casket, he got no face
when we went on that—ah—it wasn’t pistols, we had four dracs (we had four dracs)
lil baby acting crazy playing stupid like she don’t play (lil stupid b_tch)
i know she lying though (i know she lying)
i ain’t your last n_gga, baby, what you lying for? (ayy, what the f_ck?)
i can show you something and drip you down in the finest clothes (ayy, [?])
this ain’t the movie but hop in, baby, and ride along (ayy, come on)
i see you choosy, lil susie, pick one and find a home (i see you [?])
yeah, that’s my brother, i’m with him even if right or wrong (no matter what)
these n_ggas goofy [?] (i swear to god)
fns, drakies and fullies, we got all kind of poles (you know we got ’em)
you ain’t gon’ pop it, taking pictures with it tryna pose
and if we talking bands, it ain’t nothing, i got a lot of those (b_tch)
i been a [?] since a snotty nose
better catch balance ’cause it get bumpy on that rocky road (’cause it get bumpy)
free my thugs, i really love them n_ggas (free the gang)
on [?], i won’t put nothing above them n_ggas (i swear to god)
free [?], that’s a donkey, he be thugging with us (free lil’ bro)
she beat your ass, you was talking crazy, boy, i love my sister (stupid b_tch)
hotboiiz, this for life, yelling, “f_ck the system” (hotboii)
no, we don’t f_ck with jakes (no, we don’t)
my opps broke, i swear to god, tell ’em up some cake
that rollie on your wrist that you keep flashing, blood, i know it’s fake (jokes, ayy, what the f_ck?)
oh, he a rat? guess what’s gon’ happen ’cause i roll with snakes (you know what’s going)
he gon’ get ate up (he gon’ get ate up)
i know the real you, i wonder why these n_ggas play tough (ayy, what the f_ck?)
i’m ready for war, hoe, you ain’t know i got my weight up? (you ain’t know?)
that n_gga broke, he with the [?] tryna [?] (tryna [?])
pull a juug move once again, i threw a layup (a juug move)
once again i threw a layup
pull a juug move once again, i threw a layup (i threw a layup)

- ebk young joc lyrics

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