Kick It

(albüm: Satisfaction Guaranteed - 2014)

Hey, Daddy. What you doing? (Hoe) Oh yeah? Can I come over? (Hoe, hoe hoe hoe) What you mean? Hoe? (Hoe, hoe)

Ba-Ba-Back, boy, back, and side-to-side (Hoe)
Ba-Ba-Back, boy, back, and side-to-side (Hoe)
Back, boy, back, and side-to-side (Hoe)
Ba-Ba-Back, boy, back, and side-to-side

He just wanna kick it with my bitches (Hoe)
He just tryna kick with my bitches (Hoe)
He just wanna kick it with my bitches (Hoe)
Sit around and take pics with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and sip drinks with my bitches
He just tryna hit my bitch
You know I'm not with that shit, boy

Bass
Bass
Bass
Bass
Bass
Bass

Oops, that's your man? Goddamn it, gosh darn it
[?] and dirty contraband got warrant
Got this Fronto in my hand looking like brown skin
These niggas wanna hit but they ain't right with it
See I'm a rude bitch but it takes two to tango
Soulful type dude probably on a couple [?]
Dips in the Jacuzzi, zipping in the Range Ro'
Kissing in the movies, picnics with the rainbow
Thought you was a cutie when I peeped at the event
Hard-denim nudies, fitted cap, brim bent
Exclusive Moncler, must'a cost a couple yen
Local hood star, got a tab at the Bodega
Back wood burning up the swishers with the flavors
Hands a little ashy from thumbing through your paper
He just wanna boss and the buns that cream niggas
Scoop 'em in and whipping exchange for oral favors
Be the slim goodie in the Champion hoodie
Played it low-key 'cause my hair was still in the [?]
Pink Timbs on my feet looking crispy and fruity
Ain't a hoochie or a groupie but I want you to do me
Tripping Louis, smoking oui, fire shots at your booty
Bomba clot like a Rasta eating lobster and pasta
Top shotta on the block, put the block to your doctor
Like lava I'm so hot, scoop your mamma from soccer (Kick it)

He just wanna kick it with my bitches (Hoe)
He just tryna kick with my bitches (Hoe)
He just wanna kick it with my bitches (Hoe)
Sit around and take pics with my bitches
He just wanna kick it with my bitches
Sit around and sip drinks with my bitches
He just tryna hit my bitch
You know I'm not with that shit, boy

As I cut that shit quick
Had my eye on him since the picnic
I was sucking on a strawberry, he licked his lips
Cream shit, freak shit
Can't blame me I'm a sexy ass bitch
Don't judge me cause I [?] my bitch
You know I meant for this nigga
Seen it on his dick
I see him on my tits
I see us taking trips
This nigga got me twisted
I'm going off the bliss of it
As I snap back to reality
Smoke out all the mystery