kickin sh*t (like soccer) lyrics
by Lil Tracy
[Intro: 03osc & Nick Blanco]
We blowin' up, we kickin'—
We blowin' up, we kickin'—
We blowin' up, we kickin' like soccer
[?]
I’m sorry (Woah)
Damn, b*tch, wanna kick it like Ryu, yeah, woah
Damn, ho, wanna kick it like Ryu, yeah, woah
Damn, ho, wanna kick it like Ryu
[Chorus: Nick Blanco]
Damn, ho, wanna kick it like Ryu
[?]
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Yeah, b*tch, I'm on [?]
Gettin' the money, you know I'm legit
I can't get [?] tits
Baby, I'm him, I'm not one of them
You n*ggas sucking di*k more than the b*tches
I'ma [?] hoes, I can't even [?]
b*tch, I'm a freak, I might f*ck on [?]
She spit on my di*k then I told her to kiss it
[Verse 2: Nick Blanco]
Back at it again, we was jumpin' the fence
[?]
I don't live for the [?], I don't care about [?]
And I don't wanna [?], can't [?] on my wrist
[?] pocket, yeah, I'm going distant
[?] my crib, she doin' the dishes
My diamonds is [?], you b*tches is [?]
Huh, yah
[Verse 3: Lil Tracy]
I run like a dog, finna put VVs on a leash
I'm [?]
Put a bullet on yo head, it burn like bleach
Baby [?] sippin' red
You know my Prada, I'm watching you [?]
Baby [?] sippin' red, yeah
Red, red
[Chorus: Nick Blanco]
Damn, ho, wanna kick it like Ryu
[?]
[Verse 4: 03osc]
Damn, ho, man she wanna kick it
Rugrats, b*tch, I run up the digits
We blowin' up, we kickin' like soccer
[?]