kdyd - manganelli (ada) lyrics
[intro: manganelli]
yeah, you know i flex, what?
[chorus: manganelli]
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
hit, hit, hit, body’s h-t the floor
[verse 1: manganelli]
mosh pit, i don’t here to stop sh-t (nah)
pop sh-t, i don’t f-ck with cops sh-t (nah)
opp sh-t, you just with the feds b-tch (yeah)
never f-ck with you, i just wanted head b-tch (what?)
just some neck b-tch (what?), got a check b-tch (what?)
you don’t f-ck with me, you get [?] attack b-tch (what?)
i do rack b-tch (yeah), keep it straight locked (locked)
i’ll be off fly, (you just, you just) smoked out
you a cheap boy (yeah) with them cheap guns (yeah)
i’m with big shoulders, got it off of straight thugs
yeah, you need what? (whoo!) i’ll be wacked up
kick it till it you dope, hope you get smacked up
[chorus: manganelli]
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
hit, hit, hit, body’s h-t the floor
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
hit, hit, hit, body’s h-t the floor
[verse 2: huey p & manganelli]
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down the door (kickin’ down the door)
like who really wanna problem? i just wanna know (i just wanna know)
run sunshine, i just wanna glow (i just wanna glow)
now i’m prime-time, i been on a roll
seven, seven, seven (seven, seven, seven)
real born sinner, hope i go to heaven, baby, i can tell it (baby, i can tell it)
b-tch, you gotta go, check-out at eleven (whoo!)
i’ll be talking so crazy (what?)
no, her p-ssy don’t phase me (what?)
knowing b-tches got baby’s (whoo!)
knowing b-tches got rabies (bow!)
she a seven, but she praise me (oh)
she a seven, but she praise me (yeah)
kept it coming on the daily (uh)
if she a ten, the b-tch is lazy (what?)
i’ll be on some [?] sh-t (whoo!)
she gon’ come and get a bag [?] (what?)
baby said she from georgia (whoo!)
i only hit ’em off that accent (bow!)
i be money, money stashing (ayy)
i can puff without p-ssing (no)
making moves without asking (ayy)
[?] brand for the fashion (what?)
last stretch at the finish line (what?)
pack of wolves in the winter time (what?)
n-gg-s know that means it’s dinner time (whoo!)
and these motherf-ckers ’bout to give me mine (bow!)
[chorus: manganelli]
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
hit, hit, hit, body’s h-t the floor
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
kick, kick, kick, kickin’ down your door
hit, hit, hit, body’s h-t the floor
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