Kick It
(Hey, daddy, what you doing?)
(Oh yeah? Can I come over? What you mean?)
Ba-Ba-Back, front, back, and side-to-side
Ba-Ba-Back, front, back, and side-to-side
Back, front, back, and side-to-side
Ba-Ba-Back, front, back, and side-to-side
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
He's just tryna kick with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and take pics with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and sip drinks with my bitches
He's just tryna hit my bitch
You know I'm not with that shit, boy
Oops, that's your man? God damn it, gosh darn it
Out here riding dirty, contraband got warrants
Got this Fronto in my hand looking like brown skin
These niggas wanna hit but they ain't right within
See I'm a rude bitch, but it takes two to tango
Soulful type dude probably own a couple Kangos
Dips in the Jacuzzi, zipping in the Range Ro'
Kissing in the movies, picnics with the rainbow
Thought you was a cutie when I peeped at the event
Hard-denim nudies, fitted cap, brim bent
Exclusive Moncler, must've cost a couple yen
Local hood star, got a tab at the Bodega
Backwood burning, not the Swishers with the flavors
Hands a little ashy from thumbing through your paper
He just want to buy Cinnabons, that cream makers
Scoop 'em in the whip in exchange for oral favors
Be the slim goodie in the Champion hoodie
Played it lowkey 'cause my hair was still in the doobie
Pink Timbs on my feet looking crispy and fruity
Ain't a hoochie or a groupie but I want you to do me
Dripped in Louis, smoking oowee, fire shots at your booty
Bombaclot like a Rasta eating lobster and pasta
Top shotta on the block, put the glock to your daughter
Like lava I'm so hot, scoop your momma from soccer (kick it)
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
He's just tryna kick with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and take pics with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and sip drinks with my bitches
He's just tryna hit my bitch
You know I'm not with that shit, boy
Had I cut that shit quick
Had my eye on him since the picnic
I was sucking on a strawberry, he licked his lips
Creep shit, freak shit
Can't blame me I'm a sexy ass bitch
Don't judge me 'cause I act like it, my bitch
I know I'm meant for this nigga
Seen it on his dick
I see him on my tits
I see us taking trips
This nigga got me twisted
I'm going off the bliss of it
As I snap back to reality
Smoke out all the mystery
(Oh yeah? Can I come over? What you mean?)
Ba-Ba-Back, front, back, and side-to-side
Ba-Ba-Back, front, back, and side-to-side
Back, front, back, and side-to-side
Ba-Ba-Back, front, back, and side-to-side
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
He's just tryna kick with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and take pics with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and sip drinks with my bitches
He's just tryna hit my bitch
You know I'm not with that shit, boy
Oops, that's your man? God damn it, gosh darn it
Out here riding dirty, contraband got warrants
Got this Fronto in my hand looking like brown skin
These niggas wanna hit but they ain't right within
See I'm a rude bitch, but it takes two to tango
Soulful type dude probably own a couple Kangos
Dips in the Jacuzzi, zipping in the Range Ro'
Kissing in the movies, picnics with the rainbow
Thought you was a cutie when I peeped at the event
Hard-denim nudies, fitted cap, brim bent
Exclusive Moncler, must've cost a couple yen
Local hood star, got a tab at the Bodega
Backwood burning, not the Swishers with the flavors
Hands a little ashy from thumbing through your paper
He just want to buy Cinnabons, that cream makers
Scoop 'em in the whip in exchange for oral favors
Be the slim goodie in the Champion hoodie
Played it lowkey 'cause my hair was still in the doobie
Pink Timbs on my feet looking crispy and fruity
Ain't a hoochie or a groupie but I want you to do me
Dripped in Louis, smoking oowee, fire shots at your booty
Bombaclot like a Rasta eating lobster and pasta
Top shotta on the block, put the glock to your daughter
Like lava I'm so hot, scoop your momma from soccer (kick it)
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
He's just tryna kick with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and take pics with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and sip drinks with my bitches
He's just tryna hit my bitch
You know I'm not with that shit, boy
Had I cut that shit quick
Had my eye on him since the picnic
I was sucking on a strawberry, he licked his lips
Creep shit, freak shit
Can't blame me I'm a sexy ass bitch
Don't judge me 'cause I act like it, my bitch
I know I'm meant for this nigga
Seen it on his dick
I see him on my tits
I see us taking trips
This nigga got me twisted
I'm going off the bliss of it
As I snap back to reality
Smoke out all the mystery
Credits
Writer(s): Shayna Mchayle, Alexander Govenar, Jamel Scott Ennis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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