backstreet tk – kick door lyrics
[hook]
before i ever go broke ima pull a kick door
flexin on the gram but in real life he p+ss poor
i can’t f+ck no b+tch raw she might be a [?]
i pop sh+t like crisco my choppa big its 6’4
im dangerous if i see a opp i get to bangin it
his head on his shoulder okay cool rearranging it
put his head right on his lap
like a gift we leave him wrapped
hit his ass close range shoot his ass then get him down
[verse 1]
we got plenty dead n+ggas i can go from a to z
n+gga better think about playin with god before you play with me
they like backstreet calm down n+gga now you tweekin
im like if he ever come around he gon get a beatin
got a opp hoe she got good neck she gon eat it up
im abusive every time she throw that p+ssy ima beat it up
she like choke me til you finish i be strokin while im in it
ay f+ck it i be michael phelps b+tch this the olympics
ima need a guinness ask a hoe about my record
she say ‘everytime you hit me tk you apply that pressure’
i was 12 years old when i pulled my first kick door
n+gga i was robbin sh+t before i made get low
[hook]
before i ever go broke ima pull a kick door
flexin on the gram but in real life he p+ss poor
i can’t f+ck no b+tch raw she might be a [?]
i pop sh+t like crisco my choppa big its 6’4
im dangerous if i see a opp i get to bangin it
his head on his shoulder okay cool rearranging it
put his head right on his lap
like a gift we leave him wrapped
hit his ass close range shoot his ass then get him down
[verse 2]
get him down
run up he get clapped
he a dead n+gga
pop a n+gga dissin for attention he a dead figure
why you think all these f+ck n+ggas get they head blown
that n+gga died and his poor ass couldn’t get a headstone
[hook]
before i ever go broke ima pull a kick door
flexin on the gram but in real life he p+ss poor
i can’t f+ck no b+tch raw she might be a [?]
i pop sh+t like crisco my choppa big its 6’4
im dangerous if i see a opp i get to bangin it
his head on his shoulder okay cool rearranging it
put his head right on his lap
like a gift we leave him wrapped
hit his ass close range shoot his ass then get him down
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