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trub maximus - kick doe lyrics

trub they can’t stop me
them crackas can’t stop me

i started knocking softly on the door saying please let us in
we see you chewin’ good thru the window
then the beast in my belly had me beggin on my knees to get in
we starving out here me and my kin folk

then i started banging on the door man it’s freezing let us in
we gon die right here next to your limo
then i seen you smile get up, close the curtains and pretend
like you ain’t hear me, ok then it’s a kick doe

don’t blame me you pushed me i peeped the whole l!ck through the bushes
now my muscle game vicious like the bush’s
trying to make my family last name be worth more then the kush’s
that a bunch of billion dollar corporations

i used to invest in cocaine conversations reapin the benefits
becoming a slave to the word n.i.g.g.a. rich
attempting that for a n.i.g.g.a. i was good enough
but right now that ain’t good enough cause money i can’t get enough

thinkin i was ballin with this diamond chain
while you just bought a private plane
and i ain’t talking bout the white folk
i’m talkin bout the whip cracka the people in power that had my mind in shackles
but i dun done my homework now
i’m bout to hit this l!ck flip it and have my own work now
cause i done seen the floor safe and what you got when i followed you to the spot
oh yeahhh you know what this bout

this a kick doe kick doe they gon’ have to let us in
i swear i ain’t gon die with my life being irrelevant
i’m gettin’ what they never got, going where they never been
watch a n.i.g.g.a. flyy flyy

kick doe kick doe they gon’ have to let us in
i swear i ain’t gon die with my life being irrelevant
get what they never got, go where they never been
spread your wings flyy

take the what? and leave the what? boy i’m a real top shotta
i ain’t sparing not a dollar got the game by the collar
i’m that 454 in that 74 impala like
vroom no skrrt what ima stop for

big mustafa yeah the king of the jungle
this here a mixture of pain and hustle
n.i.g.g.a. with mossy even gettin muscle
yeah we take something and wear it in ya face boy, say sum’n

till my life end i’ma be cleaner than the white benz
investing in profit and stock like my white friends
so while you stuck on the block like a tight end
i’m in the skybox with twins unless you want in?
cause we can hit this l!ck together
rick ross told me we can be rich forever
do the research load up are stick together
come on we can blitz together

kick doe kick doe they gon’ have to let us in
i swear i ain’t gon die with my life being irrelevant
get what they never got, go where they never been
spread your wings flyy my n.i.g.g.a

victory victory yeah i claim victory
i’m bout to have the bank teller sick of me
talkin bout d+mn another duffel bag is you kiddin me?
the black business mogul of the century

dawg i can feel it just give it time, give it time
first the city mine then the country mine
then i’m living country time lemonade like ooh that n.i.g.g.a. paid
what i spend on rent he spend on shades cause its like

back in the day when i was young i’m not a kid anymore
so i’m trying to ball like christian dior
maybe gianni versace power like the illuminati
5 phantoms 9 bugattis
maybe that why all these n.i.g.g.a.z hating cause they know its bout to pop off
the game is for the taking i done broke the dam lock off
see the world thru my dolce’s and naww these ain’t knock offs
i want everything for everything i done lost

kick doe kick doe they gon’ have to let us in
i swear i ain’t gon die with my life being irrelevant
get what they never got, go where they never been
spread your wings flyy my n.i.g.g.a

flyy my n.i.g.g.a
past the sky my n.i.g.g.a
past the stars my n.i.g.g.a
keep going

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