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kidsin (rapper) – soul eater flow! lyrics

[intro: kidsin]
yeah, aye, aye, aye, yeah, aye, yeah, ew
walzy

[verse 1: kidsin]
she said my condom is h-lla small
alex jones, i corrupt them all
just hit a lick off the adderall
suck my d-ck, right against her jaw
icy wrists, i said add em’ all
you a b-tch, and that’s a fact
dirty lean with the xanax, aye
dirty b-tch got anthrax
that’s kinda gross, see your parents said
she suck my d-ck like a parasite, aye
you a b-tch, it’s embar-ssing, aye
[?] it’s an appet-te aye
got h-lla high off the edible
f-cked the b-tch, it’s incredible
slim thick, ms. incredible
i’m real rich, it’s incredible
cracked the boy, he an imbecile
check the forest kicks, i’m a criminal
i know that i’m not that lyrical, but when i hear your songs it’s invisible
why this p-ssy talking sh-t, like i won’t hit him with the sticks
got a fully loaded clip, and i might just let it rip
in your guts i’ll take a d-ck
switchblade by my wrists
pistol that n-gg-s b-tch, now she begging for the tip
i’ll take her to my manner, aye
f-ck her till she vanishes
my d-ck just did some damage, aye
so throw that b-tch a bandage, aye

[interlude: ayce comet]
aye, you in the bag
i’m not gonna lie to you
i’ma teach you how it’s done for real
okay, hey, aye
let me see how your father does it
f-ck you mean
okay

[verse 2: ayce comet]
living this life like a gymnast, aye
f-ck with what you mean, i’m on the tinder, aye
she talk sh-t till i swing the blade
f-ck one of them n-gg-s, then it’s a [?]
i don’t get sh-t, i make minimum wage
your b-tch on my hip, and a clip on my waist
she wanna f-ck, and i tell her okay
she ridein’ the clique, like this sh-t is a wave
she say he so awesome, aye
that b-tch might play a possum, aye
he want f-ck, i toss him, aye
don’t test me, and i cross him, aye
b-tch [?] get your cake up
running on your bat like a baseball
b-tch i’m [?] you won’t say sum’
i pull up and [?]
indeed a fascist
and my wrist new patek
call kidsin, he my son, born -ss-ssin
finna catch a case for the n-gg-s that be taxin
watch me do the race, and just see [?]
my mom make news, and she sound like a savage
finna hit a lick, by the [?], we be cashin’
life is a b-tch and that b-tch is the baddest
i don’t give a f-ck
go crazy, it’s a habit

[outro]
go crazy, aye (go crazy, aye)

- kidsin rapper lyrics

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