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jrrobs - shawty's got that kick (feat. gla$ shard) lyrics

{intro}
ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy
yuh, yuh!
what?

{chorus}
shawty’s got that kick
ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah)
she’s got that thick -ss b-tch persona
but ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah, nah)
she could slob on your kn-b, that’s sick
only thots would suck that d-ck (slurrp)
in the car, i’mma f-ck that b-tch (f-ck it)
ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t

{verse}
ayy, cinnamon spice girl
i’mma toast your crunch (slurrp)
feels so good
when you’re exposed to l-st (yuh)
you’re in the hood
with the ones you trust
smoking that gas
and rolling up blunts
i pick up that load
and i throw a punch
the harder she blows
the closer i nut (bleeah)
let it go
explode it in her b-tt
now i got aids
my hoe’s a sl-t
smoking breeze, blowing knees
like d rose, throwing threes
know the g code, open please
up that sesame, collard greens
frozen, frozen, gonna freeze
down her slope, grope her cheeks
going over, going deep
i know she wanna freak
yeah

{chorus}
shawty’s got that kick (freak, yeah)
ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah, nah)
she’s got that thick -ss b-tch persona
but ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (forreal)
she could slob on your kn-b, that’s sick (yah)
only thots would suck that d-ck (slurrp)
in the car, i’mma f-ck that b-tch
ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah, nah)

{verse – gla$$ shard}
i got cash, paystacks
up your fab mama’s -ss
and i f-ck your b-tch like a rap
bring it back, bring it back
hiding from your b-tch, attack
i’mma l!ck it like a cat
like squirrel with a n-ts-ck
bust down, bust down
everybody, pants down
looked in the mirror, saw my stick
it just went around
it just went around
it just went around
it just went around
yuh, aye
not ready, i’m confetti, throw confetti, uh
not steady, real petey couldn’t get ’em, uh
they just can’t accept the truth
shout out my lit homie bruce!
what could these b-tches continue, aye
all of my homies drink guinness, aye
i’mma go hard like a p-n-s, aye
my p-n-s on the v–gr-, aye

{chorus}
yeah
shawty’s got that kick (that kick)
ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah, nah)
she’s got that thick -ss b-tch persona (slurrp)
but ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah)
she could slob on your kn-b, that’s sick
only thots would suck that d-ck (suck, suck)
in the car, i’mma f-ck that b-tch (f-ck)
ooh sorry, that’s not my sh-t (nah)

{outro}
yuh
shoutout grace
yuh, aye
and some thots i know (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck squirrels though forreal (yuh, aye, aye, aye, aye)
fuego
faux pas
emo shawty
johnny, johnny
sydneysrequiem

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