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What's good bro? Yeah man pull up Imma text you the address We chillin' It's just a lil Kickback Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' Summer time weather fantastic Kickback Imma, imma crack another cold one Barbecue chicken almost done Kickback Aye, all the shorties came through All my friends came too It's a vibe at the kickback Yeah, and we live from the kickback What's up What's up They making fun of me They say that I don't season my chicken That ain't true though cause I put the salt and pepper up in it Not for real though, I just cover it in Sweet Baby Ray's If anybody got suggestions you can send 'em my way Cause I've been cookin' And I got my friends with me Sometime you need a lil kickback remedy And what you know about this on the aux cord Man, somebody gotta tell 'em that they need another tour, ASAP Where my real dads at? Where the ones with the flip flops, popping bottle caps? What's up I'm always talkin' 'bout the past, But I'm looking at the present and it's not that bad, right? Never had a lot of friends, but you only need a few A place to come together and a couple cold brews So if you're in town then you gotta slide through next time we have a Kickback Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' Summer time weather fantastic Kickback Imma, imma crack another cold one Barbecue chicken almost done Kickback Aye, all the shorties came through All my friends came too It's a vibe at the kickback Yeah, and we live from the kickback What's up? I'm a little antisocial in these social situations But when I'm on the stoop, sipping up on boozes like vacation Cause there's nothin' that I'd rather do than kick it with the crew Loving the food, feeling the groove, smoking a doob, damn Yo, what's up Myles, man, this is a dope track I'm the guy, double fist and chillin' at the kickback Drinkin' all the bear with a little side of jack Heard your cooking ribs, you better pass me a rack I brought the drinks Myles got the food Heath's on the way 'bout to turn up the mood You said all the shorties came There's only a few but that's cool You won't catch me bitching Music up loud, needs twisting Someone's pouring shots in the kitchen But I better slow down Last seen a little blacked out Passed out on the ground at the Kickback Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' Summer time weather fantastic Kickback Imma, imma crack another cold one Barbecue chicken almost done Kickback Aye, all the shorties came through All my friends came too It's a vibe at the kickback Yeah, and we live from the kickback What's up Myles hit me up, said the party was dope Said to come through but to bring friends though I got a car full of bitches and we on the road Now we pause for the swishers at the texaco And we rollin' a drove, sippin' the go still Textin' every chick on my phone to chill Wasn't bumping 'till we showed up in Brought the rum and now everybody humpin' Hold up, Scotty, where you at? Pull yourself together, better wake up again We got work to do We brought women and brews And I ain't leavin' here tonight unless we makin' the news Turn up The speakers be rockin' The neighbors are knockin' The cops just got called in by dispatch There's no sign of stopping This party's too poppin' You can't really call it a Kickback Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' Summer time weather fantastic Kickback Imma, imma crack another cold one Barbecue chicken almost done Kickback Aye, all the shorties came through All my friends came too It's a vibe at the kickback Yeah, and we live from the kickback What's up
Writer(s): Scott Glen Sire, Myles Blake Parrish, Heath Hussar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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