Kick Her Out lyrics

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I want the M's in the vault
I put the di*k in her mouth
I do this sh*t for the south
Ain't f*ckin, I'm kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, I'm kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking them out
I want the M's in the vault
I do this sh*t for the south
I got them golds in my mouth
And f*ck it, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking them out
I f*ck them and we kicking them out

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
I want a hoe that's a freak, I want a four-four a week
I got my feet up in the suite, I don't waste lean on the sheets
I got a hoe at the Flame, I got a hoe at Magic
I got a b*tch at V Live, and all of them b*tches get nasty
I ain't even got to ask them, they already know the routine
n*gga, I'ma f*ck on her team, filling my four with the cream
I got a little b*tch named Dream, she let me do anything
All of my b*tches be thick, look at her ass in her jeans
I don't really go back and forth, baby, you f*cking or nah?
Baby, you sucking or nah? Baby, you sucking or nah?
Ay, either we f*cking them all or we ducking them all
Say, either it's f*cking them all or we ducking them all

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I want the M's in the vault
I put the di*k in her mouth
I do this sh*t for the south
Ain't f*ckin, I'm kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, I'm kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking them out
I want the M's in the vault
I do this sh*t for the south
I got them golds in my mouth
And f*ck it, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking them out
I f*ck them and we kicking them out

[Verse 2: XVL Hendrix]
I [?] and taste it, I can't f*ck with her if she a basic
I like all type of races 'cause Hendrix don't do no discriminating
Run through these hoes like I'm [?], f*ck all of these n*ggas, we know where they hang
I'm f*cking your b*tch and now all of you hating
Jump out the Sprinter and then jump on a jet
And f*ck them when you take them on dates
I'm smoking your back when I meditate
Sitting at the top of the third floor, young n*gga without pus*y [?]
Duffel bag, [?] Damier and she wanna be friends again
Ain't giving no love here, I don't wanna be friends again
Never riding that Benz again, never f*ck me a Hen again
Never f*ck none of your friends again unless it's about them dividends
We hold the money like it's pound cake, cook on the b*tch with the sauce and the [?]
I don't block hoes, I just erase, dear respected sisters, skeet in their face

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I want the M's in the vault
I put the di*k in her mouth
I do this sh*t for the south
Ain't f*ckin, I'm kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, I'm kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking them out
I want the M's in the vault
I do this sh*t for the south
I got them golds in my mouth
And f*ck it, we kicking her out
Ain't f*ckin, we kicking them out
I f*ck them and we kicking them out