Carl Angelo - Kikkomxn (feat. Nisa Longga & Bobby Riggz)

Zuko!
(Yo Marvs let's get it!)

Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, nah
Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, yo
Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, mmm
Kikkomxn, get a kick out of this
Got a flavor so tasty, oh my goodness

I'ma hit the bank (Call it)
I had too many to thank (Gotta holla)
"Big trouble", translation: (That's "hala")
Big sister with the guys (No halal)
That's that beef, chicken, with the rice, side vegetables (Ok)
Brown Child coppin' a vegetable, no lettuce rholls (Ok)
I be talkin' about that medical (Stethoscopes)
I be talkin' about them specials (Episodes)
Draw the whole stir (Pause it)
My holster on withdraw, no deposit
Still scared of a cop, five-oh
Only John, Ray, BLENDSEASON, I like five-oh on me (Wh-Wh-What!)
(Sus, sus, sus) Yeah we readin' y'all
Like Hail Mary hands up, we be reachin' y'all
Man this California, it don't matter what the regional
Specifically southern King, like my name was Reginald (Saint)

Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, nah
Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, yo
Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, nah
Kikkomxn, get a kick out of this
Got a flavor so tasty, oh my goodness (Nisa Longga, let me put it on ya)

Mahjong how the flow steady matchin' me
Yuh, me on any beat that's a catastrophe
I'm the art you can learn from, masterpiece
Keep it blunt, real talk, but ain't no passin' me
If you askin', my baby stay gassin' me
While these bitches come at me with the audacity
I make everything a movie how they castin' me
Better leave me out yo drama, that's a tragedy
Why they hella salty like a Frito Lay?
Eyes are green 'cause they see that I got trees for days
Watch me two steppin', yeah my feet don't play
Got a kick out yo man, that's a field goal (Ay)
Crowd pleaser
He likin' my demeanor
Flip it switch it up, like my name is longganisa
Stuck on your breath, don't it taste so nice
Put it on ya like I put the sauce in my fried rice
Kikkomxn

Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out
They ain't 'bout it at all, nah (Yeah)
Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out (Bitch)
They ain't 'bout it at all, nah (Yeah)
Kick 'em out, kick 'em out, kick 'em out (What?)
They ain't 'bout it at all, yo
Kikkomxn, get a kick out of this (Bitch)
Got a flavor so tasty, oh my geedness! (Bobby)

Zuko you my nigga, no dishonor (Picasso!)
'Bout to turn this bitch out into a sauna (Bitch)
She all over me she act like my designer (What?)
Askin' for the D and I'ma put it on her (Yeah)
Smellin' like a cigarette pack (Bitch)
Walk in my shoes get yo ligaments cracked (Yeah)
I just wait till my niggas get back (What?)
Y'all just want the plug, tryin' to get attached (What? Bitch)
I'm well connected to your girl snatch (Bitch)
Talkin' out ya neck, get your chain snatched (Yeah)
Why the fuck yo ass such a pussy boy?
You deserve a bitch ass medal, pussy boy (Bitch)
Bobby

Written by:
Carl Viray, James Licavoli, Johanne Ramirez

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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