KenTheMan and Kaliii - Kickin In

(Will what that is?)

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Casamigo kicking in (Casamigo kicking in)
Got that Don kicking in (got that Don kicking in)
42 kicking in (42, 42)
Damn, I wish I picked his friend

Both knees on the floor (both knees on the floor)
Give me more, give me more (give me ah, ah)
Joker no more locked doors (no more locked doors)
Make it rain, make it pour (ooh, ooh)
Arch in my back, ass to the ceiling (ass to the ceiling)
He keep asking, "What we doin'? Boy, we chillin' (we just vibin')
He keep asking what I do, I say make millions (makin' money)
So much money, think I hit the mega millions (ooh, ooh)
How you throw it back like that (back like that)
Put a arch in your back like that (back like that)
How you bringing in them racks like that? (Racks, give me money)
Don't be pulling on my hair like that (uh)

Like, uh, he love him some me (me)
Face pretty even wanna wear me on his tee
Put him on some good pussy, make him never leave (never leave)
All my niggas spin the block, ain't no nigga done with me (are you dumb?)
Uh, like ever
Pussy, pussy first place need a medal (need a medal)
Riding on that dick, I broke a pedal (mm, mm)
Pussy give him hell, she-devil
Pussy purr like Rox (like Rox)
Ooh knock a nigga right out his socks (right out his socks)
Roddy Ricch, make him eat up the box (eat up that box)
After that block, blocked

Casamigos kicking in (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Got that Don kicking in (uh, uh, uh, uh, Ken, what's up?)
42 kicking in (uh, uh, uh, uh, Kaliii)
Damn, I wish I picked his friend (uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah)

I got that work, thang, thanging, watch me twerk (yeah)
These bitches ain't gang (nah), ride it, make 'em say my name
If I fuck around and I pop out, I'mma put out with a dime or two (yeah)
Fuck around and tell em pop out, he gon' pop out with a 9 or two (grrah)
Bitches already hating, I'ma only make 'em sicker (ugh)
Talking like he hit it and I only let him lick it, yeah
That Reposado kicking in (uh, uh, uh, uh, ooh, ooh)
My nigga snuck the blicky in (uh, uh, uh, uh, brrah, brrah)
(Damn) He love him some me (uh)
Can't be no housewife to no nigga, I'm married to the streets

Shot o'clock, Shot o'clock (Shot o'clock, Shot o'clock)
Hit em up, call me Pac (Hit em up, call me)
Think I'm his bitch, but I'm not (Yeah right)
He said I'm cold cause I'm hot ('cause I'm hot, Kaliii)

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Written by:
Kentavia Miller, Kaliya Ross

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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