KidRicky, Amir Rto - KISSIN’ MY TEETH lyrics

Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat
Upon the grave
Sucka

Kissing my teeth
I'm surrounded by these Rastas
Step back and don't come around
With the tough talk
Want me a lady and a flight to Las palmas
I'm just fucking sick and
Tired of the gunshots
Man's Shot, ever since a kiddo I had Asthma
Who got us hot around here
Boy I brought the Magma
You in the presence of a beast
God's coming at ya
Pull up, hop out, Sir Sunny Magna
Nobody loves us but G-O-D
Life's a party, it make sense when we OD
And we Obey, the jungle rules, see homie
Pride is the silent killer, the devil, co3
So we gon' bе, whatever our destiny is
Evеn if the whole world's gone grey
Niko Bellic
This shit so neat
Drive in it like Need for speed
And be sonic, in a world of slow runners
Who run their mouth claiming shit
But we don't see
A single W in your pocket, we don't speak
About the daily routine of ourselves
Ears gon' bleed
If we start to talk about the shit's
Please don't creep
In our block, malice in our hearts
But we go clipse
Shit's so clean, legendary, heroic
Phone on, but I don't conversate
We be crawling like a Knight
Y'all be crawling like them snakes
We been goin' hammer, goin' psycho
Goin' crayy
Push it to the limit, we been goin' insane
Counting every second, ever since June 25
Still nothing in a homie's eyes but Flames
Bitch

Ha Ha
It's that fulla hate fucking up
The face of the bitch
You fuck around then Imma serve
You in my dinner plate
I walk the plank on my toes
I never fear a mane
No debate
Either die in pain or make you feel the same
And turn the shitty motherfucking
Place into a graveyard
Bring back the same odd then
Take away the fame all
I see is switching like you
Hoes have been brainwashed
Tried of seeing you
Bitches dropping sounding-the-same-songs
I'd rather play 'part of motherfuckers
I be
Killing tracks and verses
Feeling like Ghengis
Rising up the Chaos
I see my demons steady playing against
The changes I've been making
Hope my head someday be empty
Like my hair loss
Click-Clacks ain't no chit-chat
Upon the grave
Sucka
Sick-Sack, Making a bitch mad I
Love the hate brotha
Feels sad, better sit back and watch the play
Boutta hit that trigga when I hear
You say the shit bad
(Ears are full of bluffing
Mothafucka better bring that)
RUKUS!
I'd rather be dead than call you brothers
Kill me If I ever spare
My blood for you suckers
Disgrace of being pussy make
Me seperate from others
Even if you try to know
I keep the meaning undercover
Bitches hate us they fear us
But I will never go blame 'Em or shame 'Em
Cause I would do the same If
I wasn't us, you laid up
Attendance is low but we make up
Got me feeling something like a dynamite
But I'm white like lightning
When it finally strikes
The silent kid take you down
When he finally fights
Who roll a dice, six twice
But all his life is outta luck
See your team don't respect ya
I ain't tryna lecture
You will never make it you will
Never be the next up
So find yourself a place to run to
Calling for the help
But when you rise my fucking anger
Even god cannot protect ya