Kickin'

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    Bass
    Who the one from the pine, whaddup yall?
    I'm the one from the grind, how low yall
    Low below the dixie line, fuck with me, i'll show ya how to pull the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy
    I'm catfish bitch
    I am back in
    West east late night (who?) pump action
    Nadda nothin buddy don't even bother (holler) him
    I told you i'm catfish, i'm quick to swaller (swaller) brim
    Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad)
    Wastin gun shells like bush in baghdad
    Top of the school i've got the chopper in soul
    Betcha he takes it like a motherfuckin hoe
    Glass breakin i 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

    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 dick beaters
    I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
    Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

    Give me that kenwood, these kicks are tempting
    I'm throwin this shit up like bottles of jim beam
    Knockers dropping, models are modeling
    In vibrating seats so make knees start wobbling
    If you want it bad well then i give you my pickle
    I'm so off the chain that i can't pedal my bicycle
    Ain't got no petro, still get it crunk though
    Leavin my tire marks and hip hop centerfolds
    Hoe!
    I know that amplifiers heated up
    Hoe!
    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 chevys and throwin ds on them cadillacs
    Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that rattle back

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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 dick beaters
    I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
    Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
    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 dick beaters
    I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
    Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

    Yeah i'm southern
    I'm crazy, i'm drivin, chevy's daily
    Haller at chee, burnin tires
    I'm trashy, but i'm fire
    Yeah
    I'll stick em good, i'll show em up
    I'll show em hood, i don't give a fuck
    I'm from the trailer park
    I help 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 over 7 of dixie of mafia family

    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 dick beaters
    I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
    Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin

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    Composition: Michael Wayne Atha and David Craig

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