Yelawolf - Kickin lyrics

rate me

Bass

Who's the one from the pine, whaddup yall?

I'm the one from the grind, How low y'all?

Low below the Dixie line, wit me, I'll show ya how to yield the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy

I'm catfish,

I am back in

western stake night (who?) want kitchen

Not a nothing but he don't even bother (holler) him

I told you i'm cat fish, I'm quick to swallow grim

Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)

Wasting gun shells like Bush in Baghdad

my buddy zoo got the chopper and so

bet ya he'll fix'em like a motherfuckin hoe

Glass breakin I'll have your mother duckin low

Back down ha now that's a motherfuckin joke

Southern boys got hot butter for your soul

Cracker barrel full of dynamite so lets go

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My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin

rear view mirrors got the world sittin crooked

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweeters

I'm playin those heaters

I got that beater

I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

Gimmie the kenwood, these kicks are tempting

I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of Jim Beam

Mouth is dropping, models are modeling and

vibrating seats'll make knees start wobbling

If you want it bad well then I'll give you my pickle

I'm so off the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle

Ain't got no Petrol, still get it crunk though

Leavin my tire marks in hip hop centerfolds

Oh!

I know that amplifiers heated up

Oh!

I know the DJ wanna speed it up

My shits snappin, it ain't snap music

But you can lean back and throw it up, come on

These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys

Raised by them gun lovers who load up bananas boy

Drivin them Chevy's and throwin Ds on them cadillacs

Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that rattle back

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Yeah I'm Southern

I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevys daily

Hollar at G (hollar at G), burnin tires

(Burnin tires), I'm trashy (I'm Trashy), I'm fire

Yeah

I'll stick 'em good, I'll show dem up

I'll show them hood, that I don't give a fuck

From the trailer park

I held king

Don't get any part

So watch your spelling,

In the evening they ring a ling ling ling

Cellular blowing up they wanna dinga ling

I'm a leading scene

The pimp of the leading team

We number one of all 7 of Dixie mafia family

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Thanks to Ash for correcting these lyrics