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Kick Buttowski (feat. Blxck X & Franky Lunatic) Video (MV)






Jimmy Backwoods - Kick Buttowski (feat. Blxck X & Franky Lunatic) Lyrics




I got six bitches, give me dome
Got twelve in the mix, back home
Bhad lil ting trynna hit my phone
Please leave a message right after the tone

I beep beep when I pull up in the Jeep Jeep
Shorty so wet, she skeet skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me, for me
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit

Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
Accurate aim, I'mma cum this bitch
Uh, swear I would die for this shit
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit

Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
Six feet down, you dead

Dick in your grave and I'm not even there
I whip, slip before I'm there
Margela drip, nigga, please do not stare
Callin' your father, bitch, I do not care

Huh, wait, look over there
Close to my future, bitch, and it's not fair
Tell me to make it and it's not a dare
Puzzle so fine, and I shine like a flare

Omega is coming, the ending is near
Crucifix and Polar Stix, uh
Got the pack, I'm not gon' quit, uh
I love myself, I'm too legit, yeah

Uh, I turn they heads like an owl
My presence is felt when I walk in a room
Don't get too close cause my drip is too slippery
Feel like a janitor, carry a broom

Reflex is vicious, I'm totin' a semi
I felt like Mechanic, I'm packin' a two
Knew that I had this on lock when I met up with David
The reason I dropped outta school
Now I move different

Can't lose focus, gotta stay persistent
Formulate a strategy, refuse resistance
Cause I'm tryna feed a fire, bitch, I'm goin' ballistic
Motherf*cker, you feel this, uh

No time for games, gotta make it in time
Ask me who's running the city, it's I am
Bitch a gold digger, not makin' you mine
Where the f*ck was your ass when I wished for a dime

I got six bitches givin' me dome
Got twelve in the mix back home
Bhad lil ting trynna hit my phone
Please leave a message right after the tone

I beep, beep when I pull up in the Jeep
Shorty so wet, she skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me
For me

I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
Uh, look at the flick of wrist
Accurate aim, I'm a communist, bitch
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit

Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
I got six bitches givin' me dome

Got twelve in the mix back home
Bhad lil ting trynna hit my phone
Please leave a message right after the tone
I beep, beep when I pull up in the Jeep

Shorty so wet, she skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me
For me
For me

For me
For me
For me
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English

I got six bitches, give me dome
Got twelve in the mix, back home
Bhad lil ting trynna hit my phone
Please leave a message right after the tone

I beep beep when I pull up in the Jeep Jeep
Shorty so wet, she skeet skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me, for me
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit

Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
Accurate aim, I'mma cum this bitch
Uh, swear I would die for this shit
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit

Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
Six feet down, you dead

Dick in your grave and I'm not even there
I whip, slip before I'm there
Margela drip, nigga, please do not stare
Callin' your father, bitch, I do not care

Huh, wait, look over there
Close to my future, bitch, and it's not fair
Tell me to make it and it's not a dare
Puzzle so fine, and I shine like a flare

Omega is coming, the ending is near
Crucifix and Polar Stix, uh
Got the pack, I'm not gon' quit, uh
I love myself, I'm too legit, yeah

Uh, I turn they heads like an owl
My presence is felt when I walk in a room
Don't get too close cause my drip is too slippery
Feel like a janitor, carry a broom

Reflex is vicious, I'm totin' a semi
I felt like Mechanic, I'm packin' a two
Knew that I had this on lock when I met up with David
The reason I dropped outta school
Now I move different

Can't lose focus, gotta stay persistent
Formulate a strategy, refuse resistance
Cause I'm tryna feed a fire, bitch, I'm goin' ballistic
Motherf*cker, you feel this, uh

No time for games, gotta make it in time
Ask me who's running the city, it's I am
Bitch a gold digger, not makin' you mine
Where the f*ck was your ass when I wished for a dime

I got six bitches givin' me dome
Got twelve in the mix back home
Bhad lil ting trynna hit my phone
Please leave a message right after the tone

I beep, beep when I pull up in the Jeep
Shorty so wet, she skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me
For me

I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
Uh, look at the flick of wrist
Accurate aim, I'm a communist, bitch
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit

Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
I gotta make it, I'm sick of this shit
Uh, look at the flick of the wrist
I got six bitches givin' me dome

Got twelve in the mix back home
Bhad lil ting trynna hit my phone
Please leave a message right after the tone
I beep, beep when I pull up in the Jeep

Shorty so wet, she skeet
She say she fallin' for me, me
For me
For me

For me
For me
For me
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Writer: Achume Fulatela, Qhayiya Tyobeka, Hlumelo Tshabe
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