Kite Luv Lyrics – Sickboyrari
Singer: Sickboyrari
Title: Kite Luv
Feel like I’m Missy
Sound like dope then for Ricky
50
This ain’t no green, boy, this red
Put that fire up to his head
Try to get
Free my bro from out the feds
Slidin’, know how I kick it
I’m on go-
And my heart gleedin’ like a four
I’ma send glimes, movin’ like a lizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, like a wizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, magician
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m gleemin’
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m pissin’
Feel like I’m Missy
Sound like dope then for Ricky
50
This ain’t no green, boy, this red
Put that fire up to his head
Try to get
Free my bro from out the feds
Slidin’, know how I kick it
I’m on go, I’m on a mission
Pay ’em no attention
Shawty bad, clappin’ it
Sittin’ in racks on my bracelets
Porsche truck come through sittin’ on inches
Not fascinated, pay no attention
50 hangin’ like extension
If you n#gg#s hit my line
Spread my wings out and fly
Tattooed scars dry our eyes
Tattooed scars, I might cry
Why couldn’t I send a kite to heaven?
Why couldn’t I send a bird to the pen?
Like kickstand, know we on lean
Red dot, yeah, infrared beam
G-L-A-T, glimin’ with my team
And my heart gleedin’ like a four
I’ma send glimes, movin’ like a lizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, like a wizard
Stay with that stick, yeah, magician
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m gleemin’
Gold in my jaw, shinin’ like I’m pissin’
Feel like I’m Missy
Sound like dope then for Ricky
50
This ain’t no green, boy, this red
Put that fire up to his head
Try to get
Free my bro from out the feds
Slidin’, know how I kick it
R.I.P. Doozy, this sh#t is forever
Real bad, we trappin’ forever
I don’t punch in, that sh#t sound clever
Copped eight bands, I could’ve bought a bezel
You can’t get a song, you ain’t on my level
Pop a lil
I’m winning this sh#t, I don’t want no medals
Cut to the spot, I ain’t got no specials
I put my b#tch in Rick
I shoot the choppa, you talkin’ real slick
I’m doing the most, why would I quit?
I ain’t gon’ talk, b#tch, I ain’t no lick
I was in the trap, now she doing splits
Have more kicks than
I’m really rich like
That boy
I’m serving the bags, now I take a trip
Serving the Hellcat, feel like Cliff
sh#t get ugly like
I took the choppa, jit ran like a kite
Came with a pistol, look just like a b#tch named Keisha
She wanna smoke on some reefer
After I pour up, I leave her
Run up a hundred
Having these choppas like Resident Evil
Pouring up like Justin Bieber
She give me good head, she a beaver
I had the pounds before they was legal
I get fly, I feel like a seagull
I am the ticket, I feel like a regal
This sh#t is too easy
448, you better believe it
I’m f#cking these b#tches, rest in peace to Easy
Rest in peace Doozy, man
You already know what the f#ck going on, man
Forever sh#t
Shout out to Kray, man
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