killdavyn – kickin’ it lyrics
[pre+chorus: k!lldavyn]
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
run up on p+ssy boy, he gettin’ hit and the glock on my side so that n+gga get shot
she wanna f+ck with a n+gga like me so i pull up her and i pull out my c+ck
i buy her everything, gold and the diamonds so you know that b+tch really f+ck with the rock
drank in my cup so i’m sippin’ it up, if you ask what i’m sippin’, i’m sippin’ that wok
sippin’ wok, b+tch
30 on my side get popped, b+tch
bum ass b+tch you a bop, b+tch
pull up with a glock, i’mma pop it
pull up with a glock, i’mma pull up with semi shots
you smokin’ crack and you takin’ them demi shots
one eye, b+tch i feel like i’m fetty wap
chop keep on kickin’ so that is a heavy shot
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f+ck with no fanboy n+gga ‘cause them n+ggas g+y and them n+ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f+ckin’ yo b+tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b+tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b+tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f+ckin’ my b+tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop+opped
i know yo b+tch used to callin’ me “pop+pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
[verse 1: k!lldavyn]
yeah, i got a choppa it’s leavin’ you hot hot
smoke in the air like a muf+ckin’ hot box
i’m in her mouth like some muf+ckin’ pop rocks
she wanna f+ck in a muf+ckin’ crop top
i told that b+tch take that sh+t off
i’m high off that gas, it’s makin’ me cough and sh+t
i feel like i’m richie, uh, pull up to the scene and then f+ck on a gothic b+tch
d+mn, i might just toss the b+tch
yeah, i’m on some awesome sh+t
f+ck that bih make her r+t+rded b
and she got the wap like she cardi b
i’m not don, f+ck yo mom, when i pull up in a cardigan
he an opp, get him shot, if he be talkin’ that hot and sh+t
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f+ck with no fanboy n+gga ‘cause them n+ggas g+y and them n+ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f+ckin’ yo b+tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b+tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b+tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f+ckin’ my b+tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop+opped
i know yo b+tch used to callin’ me “pop+pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
[verse 2: 884phxbia]
[pre+chorus: k!lldavyn]
yeah, yeah
run up on p+ssy boy, he gettin’ hit and the glock on my side so that n+gga get shot
she wanna f+ck with a n+gga like me so i pull up her and i pull out my c+ck
i buy her everything, gold and the diamonds so you know that b+tch really f+ck with the rock
drank in my cup so i’m sippin’ it up, if you ask what i’m sippin’, i’m sippin’ that wok
sippin’ wok, b+tch
30 on my side get popped, b+tch
bum ass b+tch you a bop, b+tch
pull up with a glock, i’mma pop it
pull up with a glock, i’mma pull up with semi shots
you smokin’ crack and you takin’ them demi shots
one eye, b+tch i feel like i’m fetty wap
chop keep on kickin’ so that is a heavy shot
[chorus: k!lldavyn]
you know i’m kickin’ it right with yo boo and that bih call me sensei just like i am rudy
i cannot f+ck with no fanboy n+gga ‘cause them n+ggas g+y and them n+ggas be fruity
pull out my choppa, yeah i get to shootin’
f+ckin’ yo b+tch just like nike let’s do it
she give me dummy head, yeah that b+tch stupid
i shoot with an arrow just like my name cupid
she be in the back callin’ all on my name and i told that lil b+tch “i do not wanna hear you”
bullets connect to yo ear like a bluetooth
f+ckin’ my b+tch and i think her name new new
whippin’ up the green like the veggies in a crockpot
chop with the beam and the scope get you pop+opped
i know yo b+tch used to callin’ me “pop+pop”
pull up with pistol, my pistol go fah fah
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