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junglepussy – kick it lyrics

[intro]
hey, daddy. what you doing? (hoe) oh yeah? can i come over? (hoe, hoe hoe hoe) what you mean? hoe? (hoe, hoe)

[interlude]
ba-ba-back, boy, back, and side-to-side (hoe)
ba-ba-back, boy, back, and side-to-side (hoe)
back, boy, back, and side-to-side (hoe)
ba-ba-back, boy, back, and side-to-side

[chorus]
he just wanna kick it with my b-tches (hoe)
he just tryna kick with my b-tches (hoe)
he just wanna kick it with my b-tches (hoe)
sit around and take pics with my b-tches
he just wanna kick it with my b-tches
sit around and sip drinks with my b-tches
he just tryna hit my b-tch
you know i’m not with that sh-t, boy

[interlude]
b-ss
b-ss
b-ss
b-ss
b-ss
b-ss

[verse 1]
oops, that’s your man? godd-mn it, gosh darn it
[?] and dirty contraband got warrant
got this fronto in my hand looking like brown skin
these n-gg-s wanna hit but they ain’t right with it
see i’m a rude b-tch but it takes two to tango
soulful type dude probably on a couple [?]
dips in the jacuzzi, zipping in the range ro’
kissing in the movies, picnics with the rainbow
thought you was a cutie when i peeped at the event
hard-denim nudies, fitted cap, brim bent
exclusive moncler, must’a cost a couple yen
local hood star, got a tab at the bodega
back wood burning up the swishers with the flavors
hands a little ashy from thumbing through your paper
he just wanna boss and the buns that cream n-gg-s
scoop ’em in and whipping exchange for oral favors
be the slim goodie in the champion hoodie
played it low-key ’cause my hair was still in the ???
pink timbs on my feet looking crispy and fruity
ain’t a hoochie or a groupie but i want you to do me
tripping louis, smoking oui, fire shots at your booty
bomba clot like a rasta eating lobster and pasta
top shotta on the block, put the block to your doctor
like lava i’m so hot, scoop your mamma from soccer (kick it)

[verse 2]
as i cut that sh-t quick
had my eye on him since the picnic
i was sucking on a strawberry, he licked his lips
cream sh-t, freak sh-t
can’t blame me i’m a s-xy -ss b-tch
don’t judge me cause i [?] my b-tch
you know i meant for this n-gg-
seen it on his d-ck
i see him on my t-ts
i see us taking trips
this n-gg- got me twisted
i’m going off the bliss of it
as i snap back to reality
smoke out all the mystery

- junglepussy lyrics

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