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kickitwithme - imsomarcus lyrics

{intro}
(blackcard on this mothaf*cka’? this a million dollars, whateva’..)
(yea, say what? shawty i’m trim. yea, what?)
(pick a card, any card)

{chorus}
she like, “d*mn, you stuck in the streets.” (d*mn)
she like, “d*mn, come kick it with me.” (d*mn, come kick it with me)
i got the plays, they coming to me
i got the jays addicted to “p” (percs)
forty*round poking, the walk on me (the walk on me)
i stay with my gang, this sh*t “oe” (money gang)
she tryna’ get close, she f*ckin’ with me (yea)
arp, diamond*back, came with the t**th (yea)
i’m grabbing my mask, i’m lacing my cleats
you know that i’m steppin, ‘ion want no peace
(let’s do it)
walk inside the spot, and i get it poppin, i’m some like some grease (i’m some like some grease)
i’m fighting with the voices, i’m telling them no, they want me to creep

{verse 1}
(‘awe godd*mn, say what? what?)
me and my b*tch having problems, (me and my b*tch havin’ problems)
she know i’m in love with them dollas’ (she know i’m in love with these dollas’)
throw me the pack like mahomes (pack like mahomes)
first of the month, get it gone (get it gone)
stack this sh*t up, money long (money long)
i f*ck on the hoe, then i’m gone (i’m gone)
she like, “godd*mn, boy you trippin’ (d*mn, boy you trippin’)
you should’ve stayed down, now you missin'” (huh, yea)
shawty be trippin’, steady b*tchin’ (what?)
she hittin’ my phone, “boy you missin'” (say what?)
i’m getting these hoes, and i’m hittin’ (yea)
‘ian coming back home, that’s the ending (no way!)
b*tch know that i’m havin’, so i’m stingy (what)
i know you ain’t solid, ‘ian with it
{verse 2}
(‘ian wit it)
(yea) yea (yea), yea, cmon, yea, yea*yea cmon, yea
don’t waste my time that’s like my money (that’s like my money)
i’m on the block ’till it’s dark and it’s sunny (’till it’s dark and it’s sunny)
stand ten toes, won’t catch me running (won’t catch who?)
the cops on my trail, think nothing is something
(uh*huh)
you get in that room, don’t tell them folks nothing (on gang)
you get in that room, you bet not speak (yea)
tell them folks on a chase, make ’em hit that feet
i got drugs, percs, and the lean
i get the dirty money, make it clean
he thought he was running ’till i flashed the beam
thought you was tough? you ain’t what it seem
‘ian have no friends, in love with the green
(in love with the green, inluhwiddagreen, in love with the money)

{chorus}
b*tch like, “d*mn, you stuck in the streets.”
she like, “d*mn, come kick it with me.”
i got the plays, they coming to me (yea)
i got the jays addicted to “p” (jays addicted to p)
forty*round poking, the walk on me (yea)
i stay with my gang, this sh*t “oe” (sh*t oe)
she tryna’ get close, she f*ckin’ with me
arp, diamond*back, came with the t**th
i’m grabbing my mask, and lacing my cleats
you know that i’m steppin, ‘ion want no peace
(‘ion want no peace)
walk inside the spot, and i get it poppin, i’m some like some grease (i’m some like some grease)
i’m fighting with the voices, i’m telling them no, they want me to creep
(they want me to creep, ‘awe godd*mn, huh, ‘awe godd*mn, money gang)

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