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Yela Wolf - Kickin | Текст песни

Verse 1]
BASS
Who the one from the pine, whaddup y'all
I'm the one from the grind, how low y'all
Low below the Dixie Line, fuck with me
I'll show ya how yield a quarter pound off the rippy
I'm Catfish, bitch I am back in
West east late night, who pump action
Nadda nothing buddy, don't even bother him
I told you I'm Catfish, I'm quick to swaller brim
Young gangsters busting wanna act bad
Wasting gun shells like Bush in Baghdad
Top of the school I've got the chopper in soul
Betcha he takes it like a motherfucking ho
Glass breaking I have your mother ducking low
Back down ha, now that's a motherfucking joke
Southern boys got hot butter for your soul
Cracker barrel full of dynamite so let's go

[Hook]
My rattling trunk got them bobble heads looking
Rear view mirrors got the world sitting crooked
I am kick kicking, kick kick kick kicking
Kick kicking, kick kick kick kicking
These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweeters
I'm playing those heaters
I got that beater
I am kick kicking kick kick kick kicking
Kick kicking kick kick kick kicking

[Verse 2]
Gimme that Kenwood, these kicks are tempting
I'm throwing this shit up like bottles of Jim Beam
Knockers dropping, models are modeling
In vibrating seats so make knees start wobbling
If you want it bad, well then I give you my pickle
I'm so off the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle
Ain't got no petro, still get it crunk though
Leaving my tire marks and hip-hop centerfolds, ho
I know that amplifiers heated up, ho
I know the DJ wanna speed it up
My shits snapping, it ain't snap music
But you can lean back and throw it up, come on
These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys
Raised by them gun lovers who load up bananas boys
Driving them Chevys and throwing D's on them Cadillacs
Speakers and tweeters beating my whip got that rattle back

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yeah I'm Southern, I'm crazy
I'm driving Chevy's daily
Holler at chee, burning tires
I'm trashy but I'm fire yeah
I'll stick em good, I'll show em up
I'll show em hood, I don't give a fuck
From the trailer park
I hail king, don't get any part
So watch your spelling
In the evening they ring-a-ling-ling
Cellular blowing up they wanna ding-a-ling
I'm a leading scene
The pimp of the leading team
We number one over seven of Dixie of mafia family

[Hook]

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