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real boston richey - kick flavor lyrics

[intro]
huh
(ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god), yeah
huh
yeah, b+tch, huh, uh, uh
yeah
yeah, hold on
come on, bring it in
alright, right there, turn it up
yeah, hold on, get like this
brrt, ooh

[chorus]
kick flavor, i’m the sh+t, ain’t i?
used to post up on the block with a big banger
p+ssy jit, i done growed up, now i’m the sh+t, ain’t i?
bought the b+tch a car and bought her bags, but can’t sh+t change her
finally done ran it up, now i’m tryna get a crib in coral gables
super piped up, get stupid, i’ll bring a table, set the table
i seen a n+gga slimin’ a n+gga he grew up with just for the paper
me and my brother, we locked forevеr, this sh+t ain’t cain and abel, uh

[verse]
i done seen a n+gga i love call thе tip line
my dog cuffed a ho, but when it came to my b+tch, we flipped mine
seen a n+gga do a drill, then pulled up and tried to switch irons
me and you, we ain’t the same, my opps, i done k!lled mines
so what you think i’ma do ’bout my baby, you abort mines?
leave the club drunk, come home, eat it like a pork rind
they see this whip i’m ridin’ in, they can’t afford mine
i only’ll claim a bad b+tch, none of these wh0res mines
mm, sh+t i think i want the virgil handbag
i’m on n+ggas’ tops, same place where the b+tch lace at
all them n+ggas that slept on me, p+ssy n+gga, this the payback
poppin’ too much sh+t in the city, same place i caught my case at
different n+gga, i still catch plays where i f+ckin’ lay at
the feds listenin’, i take that back, they say i shouldn’t even say that
i hit the hood, i ask them young n+ggas what the f+ck is payback?
i’m in mia with a coke+bottle+shape b+tch, like where your waist at?
a different type of n+gga
real rich n+gga and i’m playin’ with different type of figures
a different type of head ’cause i’m totin’ a different type of pistol
hold on, ain’t no rap n+gga, i go by a different type of system, uh
deray don’t answer, i call my mama phone like, “mom, where ray at?”
n+gga ain’t swingin’ the strap the right way, n+gga, i pull up and take that
i told that b+tch i was on the edge, not talkin’ where my tape at
caught me down, my b+tch cheated on me, i took her straight back
came through, sprayed the ghost gun, tell them crackers to trace that
i been a big blood, you could pull up, ask k stacks
baby girl, your p+ssy good, why would you waste that?
waste that p+ssy on a broke n+gga, it’s hard to face that
[chorus]
kick flavor, i’m the sh+t, ain’t i?
used to post up on the block with a big banger
p+ssy jit, i done growed up, now i’m the sh+t, ain’t i?
bought the b+tch a car and bought her bags, but can’t sh+t change her
finally done ran it up, now i’m tryna get a crib in coral gables
super piped up, get stupid, i’ll bring a table, set the table
i seen a n+gga slimin’ a n+gga he grew up with just for the paper
me and my brother, we locked forever, this sh+t ain’t cain and abel

[outro]
(ddot cold as a motherf+cker, on god)

- real boston richey lyrics

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