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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar DeJesus Martinez
Omar DeJesus Martinez
Songwriter

Letra

Kick It, Rip It
Okay
No-oh
Kick It, Rip It
No-oh
She call me xan cause i'm her man
Pulling up to LA with a hunnid bands
If yo **** talk, we be throwing these hands
Don't got time for losers or fans (Or fans)
Yeah these **** hating
They wasting their time
I don't even care, I don't even try
If I ask you something you better not lie
If I catch you slippin, man you finna die
I'm poppin that xanny, she calling me daddy
She looking like Kylie, that girl is a baddie
Whenever i'm bored I send her my addy
I'm feeling like Juice and she feeling like Ally
I'm poppin a xan, I was high in Japan
When I let her go, I went to Mexico
When I was in pain, I traveled to Spain
I went on a plane, then I went on a train
Glock in my hand and I aim at your brain
If a **** keep talking he gon feel the pain
My ex is a hoe, my ex is a bitch
I won't say the name cuz i'm never a snitch
I feel like a king cause I always go high
I always go high I get up in the sky
Just like i'm Reese, i'm never gon die
Kick It, Rip It
Okay
No-oh (I won't disappear)
Kick It, Rip It
Oh oh oh
Eternal
Written by: Omar DeJesus Martinez, Rosell Omar Martinez
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