Let me me tell you how I come through with the 1-2 Kickin' shit like kung fu Treat a bad bitch like she average I'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do? I'm about cash if the route fast I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means Momma complain 'bout my

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

Let's throw a little after party A candle on the tailgate A sky full of moon and a million crazy little things to do Baby, just me me and you Baby, I can't wait to get this thing started Somebody blew out out the speakers when the kick kick went Bonfires burn down

(Don't come around) Don't come around here, don't come around When you're asking how am I doing now Kick Kick me when I'm down Let's sing it loud, let's shout it out out All, all that you want Is someone to blame it on If all you want Is someone to say that you

(Kick Kick me out, out, kick kick me out out) I don't want to hear you Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Fake Tales of San Francisco I don't want to hear, you know Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super

Give me me a boost over Heaven's gate You're the one habit I just can't kick kick I'm gonna need a boost 'Cause everything else is a substitute for your love As many times as you can And in the end if I don't make it on the list Would you sneak me me a wristband?

Goodbye Grace There are no words I'd rather say Than goodbye Grace To see your face again I never want to see your face again I am indebted to you, it's true The angel watching over me me Was needed someplace else Kicked out out the feet from under me

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick Kick In The Door" was for? But that's

Everybody's working out out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, now Might be over now, but I feel it still Is it coming? I been feeling it since 1966, now Might've had your fill, but you feel it still Am I coming out out of left field? Let me me kick kick it like it's 1986, now We could fight