Flüsso - Kicks (feat. Suirad) Lyrics

Ay
Ay, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Sauce walka, smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse
Sauce walka, smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse
Sauce walka, smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse
Ay you know I got a bag what is that
I be steady on my grind while you sittin on yo ass
Chase a bag not a bitch no I do not f*ck with that
And I got a nine to five so I be steady gettin cash
With the gang and you know we poppin tags
Called your girl a witch cause she lookin like a hag
All my rhymes got these pussy bitches mad
Ain't no red wings here we ain't f*ckin on the rag
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin off a bitty bean
She gargled on my dick, uh, like that shit was listarine
Rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin off a bitty bean
I got the finer things in life I need the better things
All white Air Force ones cost a billy
Getting jiggy out in redwood to the milly
I'm from the bay so I know that y'all gon feel me
Let's get it crackin go dumb get silly
Kicks so fresh like I'm steppin on pine sol
Just hit the mall you already know what I'm on
Diamonds dancing so then absent is the rhinestones
When I'm in it yeah you know that shawty hit a high note
Sauce walka smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse
Sauce walka smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse
Bitch got halitosis but you know this
You notice how my flow is yeah I'm flowing
Glowing show boating yeah I'm boasting
Smooth with the moves like a youngin was a Shonin
Blicky blowin if you test one of the homies
Bless you with the choppa it'll leave you lookin holy
You should know in my rhymes it's no cap
Like the Velcro strips yeah I gotta keep a strap
She got that good head bitin on my lip
If I ever go broke I might have to hit a bip
My bro bro dropped down in the tag
Everytime we hit the strip you know we throw it in the bag
No lag smooth movin check the ping
Need a bad little bitch yeah a foreign little ting
Poppin pillys like I'm Charlie sheen We gett it poppin in the function ay yarraimean
I stay connected like the string on a kite
Got no jumper but I'm hittin them hights
She hit the yike while I'm grippin on the side of her thighs
Booty so big 38 is the size
Sauce walka, smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse
Sauce walka, smooth talka
She callin me daddy and her son callin me papa
Check the kicks, it'll shock ya
Storm x revenge yeah you know these ain't no converse