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8ball & mjg - kick da shit lyrics

i’m the motherf+ckin’ trooper, for super duper i’m not a p++per, i hoper
punk b+tch show up on the stowa, the whipin’ so keep steppin’, that’s why i’m keppin’
a padded roof, and i make the bass go boom
d+ck suckas, they stick like smuckas, but better than the chrome
to the dome, when i run cause i’m the k!ller the cat+pillar, i’m the gorilla
my n+gga, i got the gun and i’m about to act a f+ckin’ fool
my twos go mic, and i’ma strike
nine times out of ten with the rhymes that the b+tches like
here i come up, to lay this pipe like a plumber
i’ma maniac, kick back, smoking a fat sack of chicken
while i’m kicking this sh+t, that’s what i’m doing
i’m also looking for the chewing, the sucking
i gotta get it, you know i’m with it
the b+tch k!ll her back, well then you know i gotta kick it
it’s the motherf+ckin’ chicken, it keeps me stickin’ and i keep strokin’, and hopin’ my b+tch will realize that i ain’t jokin’
my pager, sooner or later, it will be peepin’ i’m creepin’, and tryin’ to slip away while she is sleepin’
i’m pimpin’, and swiftly limpin’, onto the corner i’m gonna step right up to her hoe and say i want her
go f+ck it, and once she suck it, i will be happy, so happy
i might just blaze a laser with a pappy, but i ain’t
cause it’s the fight, and he can’t take it, he’ll fake it
tryna rock that game and never make it, to work it, he shoulda know
the chick is strong, the thunder, the sh+t that make a n+gga sit and wonder
but listen, while i’m dismissing, my vocal training
so i’m aiming, to get my point across and i ain’t claiming
no title, i have no item, you get the ticket
this sh+t was in the air and them d+cks, he just had to kick it
i’m the fat macka, the b+tch attacka
then when i jacka, i go around the corner to get me a fat sacka
the chicken that i be kickin’, paper stickin’
then go and find a b+tch that’s in the f+ckin’ and suckin’ and l!ckin’
my d+cka, then when i stinka, i try to k!ll her
then go and get a cold six packa, that miller
my n+gga, behind the trigger, he might just hit ya
a blast in yo ass is a definite way to get ya
but b+tches, at 16 inches, pay my expenses
that’s why i got a crib, a car and smoke some of them chicken
they f+ck me, and then they suck me, some say they love me
i f+ck em all, big or small, even if they’re ugly
i stick em, then i dismiss em, that’s why i diss em
don’t miss em, they suck my d+ck, now why would i be kissin’ em?
beat em, but i don’t eat em, know how to treat em
i f+ck em, but i don’t suck em, cause i’m a pimp, b+tch, money
that’s what i’m makin’, no i’m not fakin’, i’m cakin’
the b+tches that be bringin’ home the bacon
the women, you know i’m with em, that’s why i dig em
don’t l!ck em, and if they’re full of sh+t, then i just kick em

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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