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kick yo doe - lil crix lyrics

[intro: lil crix]
mhm*mhm
let’s go

[verse 1: lil crix]
ayy, kick yo’ door, yo’ mama found the fn boomin’ in her face (ah*ah)
go pick yo’ partner up, this .308 had him stuck to the gate (what?)
if i feel a little tension, best believe i play it safe (what you mean?)
i’ma walk him down with this drac’ (brr*brr)
body slam a n*gga with this k, b*tch, like i’m [?]
i’m choppin’ out a rapper, but, for a song, you got to pay the fee (uh*huh)
in the bushes, up that stick, shoot that b*tch from three (ah*ah)
ask around, they know i’m trae young with this aug (boom*boom, fah*fah)
run down, n*gga try to play with me, got his ass gunned down
n*gga made a left, i made a right, shot him in his face (bah*bah)
i don’t need no perc’, i’m on a adderall, i’ll eat yo’ face
been tell you i play for keeps, ask around, i been a g
tops not for real, ‘fore i slime you out, this is for the fee
n*ggas know i put sh*t in the dirt, b*tch, i ain’t got to brag
go ask how i come, i ain’t got to flag
four deep in the srt, can’t hit the gas, this b*tch gon’ screech
drive slow, and whеn you make that turn, you know it’s r.i.p. (on god)
ask around, i make you t**th
sevеn shots, i hit for three
eleven opps, they all deceased
play with me, you knees gon’ bleed (on god)
[bridge: nardo wick]
yeah*yeah, uh*uh
yeah*yeah, uh*uh
yeah*yeah, uh*uh
yeah*yeah, uh*uh (grrah)

[verse 2: nardo wick]
i pull up by myself, don’t need a gang, i mean, i still get ’em
a lot of them, so, i shoot from the corner, but, i still hit ’em (grrah*grrah*grrah)
got a vest, get hit wth one of these, i bet he still feel it (grrah)
pull up shootin’, i don’t be with the music (grrah), i got good rhythm
i got two broads, still walkin’ ’round with that b*tch
whole gang hit, you still walkin’ ’round with that b*tch
rappers cappin’ on these records, i hear lyin’ and sh*t
opps got the morgue rich as f*ck, they keep dyin’ and sh*t (yeah)
all my n*ggas steppin’, ain’t no escalator
“nardo, where your heart?,” go look in the ‘frigerator
i can teach a n*gga how to, “boom,” i’m a educator (grrah*grrah*grrah)
crackers took the mob and he turned them to a narrator
if you ask me, all these n*ggas green and they lame
if you ask me, all these b*tches f*ckin’ for the fame
if you ask me, all these n*ggas dressin’ the same
if you ask me, all these n*ggas wanna be gang

[outro: nardo wick]
uh, you know, you know, you know, you know
uh, you know, you know, you know, you know
uh, you know, you know, you know, you know
grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah
graow, boom

- lil crix lyrics

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