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Maro - Kick It Off Lyrics




I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl with the crew and she calls you her buddy
Kick it off
Diamonds on your belt nigga flick it off
Money sky-high call it blast-off
Balenciaga for the finish call it knock off

Got a foreign and a speed boat
Take a ride for a while what does he know
Keep going left mi amigo
To the right she tryna lick on all my Cheetos (Oh shit)
My drip is sublime
Tissue all snotty cos he be my slime
My person is hard to define (Aye)
I do this shit all the time
They waiting to see the decline but I get the racks and they start to align
It's only half-time, reached our low now it's time for us to climb
That a thot on my line, swervin' away like Özil in his prime
Too busy grinding it's a crime (Ay)
It's the reason I seem to outshine (Ay)
They tryna get in on the act
We succumb then we flip it, adapt
I try not to get too attached
Cos when money goes that don't come back
Don't mess with my flow, my ice make it snow
Eat work repeat, that's the way we roll
Un poco loco, Maro run the show
Finessin and ballin' my niggas follow

I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl with the crew and she calls you her buddy
Kick it off
Diamonds on your belt nigga flick it off
Money sky-high call it blast-off
Balenciaga for the finish call it knock off
I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl with the crew and she calls you her buddy
Kick it off
Diamonds on your belt nigga flick it off
Money sky-high call it blast-off
Balenciaga for the finish call it knock off

Turn it up, run it up, flip it you fumble it, f*ck it up
Finessin' like Ferno, he got the hoes you know
Lotta bitches after me no mistletoe
Still here finessin' but keepin' it lowkey
Squad roll up on you go wild like f*cking monkeys
They hatin' but nigga I'm down wit' it
You really clownin' it, f*ckin' it, spoilin' it, talkin' it
Thinkin' you with the shit, can't keep control of it
I'll admit
Fast to Waterloo taking the jubilee
Ain't nobody gon' gas it past Zaccy P
Got all the cash on me
Your girl still giving uck freely
Whip out the blue then leave
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I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl with the crew and she calls you her buddy
Kick it off
Diamonds on your belt nigga flick it off
Money sky-high call it blast-off
Balenciaga for the finish call it knock off

Got a foreign and a speed boat
Take a ride for a while what does he know
Keep going left mi amigo
To the right she tryna lick on all my Cheetos (Oh shit)
My drip is sublime
Tissue all snotty cos he be my slime
My person is hard to define (Aye)
I do this shit all the time
They waiting to see the decline but I get the racks and they start to align
It's only half-time, reached our low now it's time for us to climb
That a thot on my line, swervin' away like Özil in his prime
Too busy grinding it's a crime (Ay)
It's the reason I seem to outshine (Ay)
They tryna get in on the act
We succumb then we flip it, adapt
I try not to get too attached
Cos when money goes that don't come back
Don't mess with my flow, my ice make it snow
Eat work repeat, that's the way we roll
Un poco loco, Maro run the show
Finessin and ballin' my niggas follow

I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl with the crew and she calls you her buddy
Kick it off
Diamonds on your belt nigga flick it off
Money sky-high call it blast-off
Balenciaga for the finish call it knock off
I got it out muddy
These niggas ain't funny
This ice on my neck finna make your nose runny
You still chasing money
I'm ballin' like Routley
Your girl with the crew and she calls you her buddy
Kick it off
Diamonds on your belt nigga flick it off
Money sky-high call it blast-off
Balenciaga for the finish call it knock off

Turn it up, run it up, flip it you fumble it, f*ck it up
Finessin' like Ferno, he got the hoes you know
Lotta bitches after me no mistletoe
Still here finessin' but keepin' it lowkey
Squad roll up on you go wild like f*cking monkeys
They hatin' but nigga I'm down wit' it
You really clownin' it, f*ckin' it, spoilin' it, talkin' it
Thinkin' you with the shit, can't keep control of it
I'll admit
Fast to Waterloo taking the jubilee
Ain't nobody gon' gas it past Zaccy P
Got all the cash on me
Your girl still giving uck freely
Whip out the blue then leave
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Writer: Edmund Avworo
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Performed By: Maro
Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Edmund Avworo

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