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kidx - wombo combo lyrics

[intro]
happy feet
wombo combo (that ain’t falco)
that ain’t fal+ oh oh oh oh oh

[verse 1: kidx]
i give it the package deliver a pack
my drip is like rain in the amazon (mmm)
i’m in my prime i’m like mj send a verse shot
3 piece shoot then he gone (mmm)
23 shots to his jersey no jerky
but i got some beef that we can’t resolve (mmm)
boss up i got a potato it’s burning to hot
so i shoot it and head it off (mmm)
i+i can not give an apology (uh)
little kidx i’m a prodigy (uh)
i know my momma is proud of me (uh)
i owe my father a lotta me (uh)
what is this garbage you sendin me (uh)
a snare head on a head is not a beat (uh)
i cannot sleep cause i’m off a bean (uh)
i know my haters is watching me (uh)
i+i know i spit like a llama
i met with yo mama and hump on her booty
i truly believe i’m unstoppable
shout out to gyotis the brody we know what we doin
we lit stay with my dogs michael vick
up in the clouds where i sit
i’m feelin great i stay at home on the run
touchin her cat not a kid but back when i brace
[verse 2: gyotis]
i keep the guala like 6+99
like giannis b+tch boy i’m in my prime
gucci free or maybe a dime
and like luka doncic now i’m finna shine
d+dunk on her p+ssy like sonic the kemp
shootin the ball like i’m deviled shrimp
b+bars are hot and she liking the temp
smokin irish green sm+smokin the hemp
she ain’t never seen this suck on my p+n+s
earning my stripes like i work for adidas
i cross em’ up like i’m jesus bleedin
that b+tch dun gripped on my weenus (uh)
i block the kid like i’m phoenix
ya already know that that boy is a demon (uh)
she off the gas and she fienen (uh)
you cannot copy you dreamin (uh)
gyton got hold on a touchdown
i can’t believe that we lost to some g+y clowns
it do not matter cause b+tch we are up now
put in the work and we up till the sun down
we cannot play em’ again and they break down
count down they’ve had them set and they out now
goin home cryin with they hometown let down
indian spirit we spearin they head now
[outro: gyotis]
ayo f+ck the refs
gyton clearly was on top his ass
he sped over his ass and he run for a f+ckin touchdown
f+ck the refs and f+ck the cardinals

- kidx lyrics

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