Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kiddie Cocktail , by - Ric Wilson. Release date: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kiddie Cocktail |
| Ya, ya, ya |
| This probably one of my favourite shits ever |
| Banba |
| Now this is for my niggas in the hundreds |
| To niggas in the suburbs |
| To the ones who went to all the playgrounds up in the summer |
| The CPS camps where I met summer lovers |
| And the ones who gave dark skin boys they fake number, bummer |
| Niggas had to mask up they image |
| Got niggas tryna game but never practice on their scrimmage |
| An army full of vultures tryna gimmick on they privilege |
| I just had my throat locks and shine up in my pigment |
| Chickens, tell 'em I pass, I came from village |
| Raised on that south side eating hella spinach |
| Black women call aunties with no limits |
| Resemble pyramids up here came in before the mimics |
| So fuck a critic |
| Don’t need a fly to tell a bee he buzzing |
| I get inspiration from dead and alive cousins |
| Full of cash from jasmine who said I was nothin' |
| Know every action got a repercussion |
| Fuck 'em |
| F-f-f-fuck 'em |
| Da, da, da, da, da, da, da |
| All the things, all the things |
| All the things I should’ve said |
| All the things, all the things |
| All the things I shouldn’t say |
| Yeah, yeah |
| How can I be late when I’m timeless? |
| How you know what plus is if you never had a minus? |
| I can never dim if all my niggas are shining |
| Fuck a ETA and fuck a nigga clout climbing, grindin |
| Fuck that party, working on my rhyming |
| Style like Henessy, Jack and you’re zigging me |
| Don’t know if bagel Bill Clinton, me and Kennedy |
| Boskia energy, smelling like victory |
| I’m educated, domesticated with patience |
| Facebook messages asking me if I made it |
| Emancipated patience not for slaves of them basics |
| Or democrats coaching but really racist |
| And don’t wanna bite no tongue to get places and I |
| Don’t wanna kiss no ass to turn faces |
| Do it for the dreamers and poets that got jaded |
| Niggas thats getting faded and rappers that never made it |
| Niggas thats getting faded and rappers that never made it |
| I- I- I- |
| All the things, all the things |
| All the things I should’ve said |
| All the things, all the things |
| All the things I shouldn’t say |
| All the things, all the things |
| All the things I should’ve said |
| All the things, all the things |
| All the things I shouldn’t say |
| Next song |