Kick Rocks
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β±οΈ 2:52 duration
π ID: 5447284
π Lyrics
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Kicking-, kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
All these groupie bitches, tell them, "go and kick rocks"
The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
Plenty-, plenty other people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it
Where's my gun, and where is Bradley?
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN-)
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
(I-I don't give a fuck) I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
The chorus-, the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece
M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease
Slide it- slide it on 'em with the choppa
G-G-Glide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua
C-C-CocaΓna, that shit run through Nicaragua
A-And yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper
A-And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
P-Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa
P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper
C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
What-what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus-, the chorus, don't tell you what you can with nothing
More bitches for the killing nigga-
With my-, with my-, with my-, with my-
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Kicking-, kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
All these groupie bitches, tell them, "go and kick rocks"
The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
Plenty-, plenty other people wanna be like me
But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
Smoke a fatty, I have had it
Where's my gun, and where is Bradley?
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN-)
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
(I-I don't give a fuck) I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
The chorus-, the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece
M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease
Slide it- slide it on 'em with the choppa
G-G-Glide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua
C-C-CocaΓna, that shit run through Nicaragua
A-And yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper
A-And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
P-Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa
P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper
C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
What-what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
The chorus-, the chorus, don't tell you what you can with nothing
More bitches for the killing nigga-
With my-, with my-, with my-, with my-
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.01] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[00:02.84] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[00:06.18] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[00:09.90] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
[00:13.58] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[00:16.58] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[00:19.95] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[00:23.64] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[00:26.79] Kicking-, kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
[00:30.54] This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
[00:34.12] All these groupie bitches, tell them, "go and kick rocks"
[00:37.39] The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
[00:40.55] Plenty-, plenty other people wanna be like me
[00:44.02] But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
[00:47.62] Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
[00:50.94] Smoke a fatty, I have had it
[00:52.58] Where's my gun, and where is Bradley?
[00:54.64] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[00:57.78] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[01:01.04] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN-)
[01:04.74] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[01:08.79] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[01:15.59] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[01:21.35] M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
[01:25.04] (I-I don't give a fuck) I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
[01:28.51] The chorus-, the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece
[01:31.83] M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease
[01:35.56] Slide it- slide it on 'em with the choppa
[01:38.05] G-G-Glide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
[01:40.65] W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua
[01:44.90] C-C-CocaΓna, that shit run through Nicaragua
[01:48.26] A-And yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper
[01:51.70] A-And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
[01:54.99] P-Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa
[01:58.36] P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper
[02:01.88] C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
[02:04.67] What-what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
[02:08.02] The chorus-, the chorus, don't tell you what you can with nothing
[02:11.32] More bitches for the killing nigga-
[02:13.48] With my-, with my-, with my-, with my-
[02:15.56] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[02:18.24] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[02:21.56] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[02:25.11] Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
[02:28.76] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[02:31.88] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[02:35.27] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[02:38.95] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[02:42.43]
[00:02.84] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[00:06.18] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[00:09.90] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
[00:13.58] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[00:16.58] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[00:19.95] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[00:23.64] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[00:26.79] Kicking-, kicking in your skull, it kinda hurt like Lego blocks
[00:30.54] This image in my mind is your neck, in a knot
[00:34.12] All these groupie bitches, tell them, "go and kick rocks"
[00:37.39] The Freddie is exclusive to my bitch, and you are not
[00:40.55] Plenty-, plenty other people wanna be like me
[00:44.02] But they don't got the guts, or the gall, or the nuts
[00:47.62] Bitches call me daddy, but I'm gonna kill their daddy
[00:50.94] Smoke a fatty, I have had it
[00:52.58] Where's my gun, and where is Bradley?
[00:54.64] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[00:57.78] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[01:01.04] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA (DN-)
[01:04.74] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[01:08.79] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[01:15.59] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[01:21.35] M-M-Money fallin' out my pockets while I run from the police
[01:25.04] (I-I don't give a fuck) I cock it back, he done, there ain't no peace
[01:28.51] The chorus-, the chorus hits like it's the hammer on the piece
[01:31.83] M-M-Motherfucker what you talkin' 'bout? I'm slicker than some grease
[01:35.56] Slide it- slide it on 'em with the choppa
[01:38.05] G-G-Glide it on 'em like a slip n' slide
[01:40.65] W-W-Water, w-w-water on my neck, my Spanish hoe say that she aqua
[01:44.90] C-C-CocaΓna, that shit run through Nicaragua
[01:48.26] A-And yeah, I keep that pistol on me, that's my nigga stopper
[01:51.70] A-And fuck the way you think, I should be talking p-p-proper
[01:54.99] P-Put that AK-47, talking back like you his papa
[01:58.36] P-P-Popping at the opposition, with lead and copper
[02:01.88] C-C-C-Cock it back and let it bang
[02:04.67] What-what you hid in the music, hyper-violence in the pain
[02:08.02] The chorus-, the chorus, don't tell you what you can with nothing
[02:11.32] More bitches for the killing nigga-
[02:13.48] With my-, with my-, with my-, with my-
[02:15.56] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[02:18.24] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[02:21.56] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[02:25.11] Killing- killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame (ain't for-)
[02:28.76] With my-, with my Glock, I cock it back and let it bang
[02:31.88] Freddie-, the Freddie Dredd got perfect aim, inside your brain
[02:35.27] The chorus-, the chorus said it, I just want your DNA
[02:38.95] Killing-, killing bitches is so fun, it ain't for fame
[02:42.43]