Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kinda Song , by - Solomon Childs. Release date: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kinda Song |
| This the kinda song, that you’ll never get a video |
| You’ll never hear on daytime radio |
| Never perform on Tyra, or sit on the sofa with Oprah, this the kinda song |
| That after the verse come down, you hear the semis blow |
| Hands open, and heads roll, New York City King Kong |
| This ain’t your average song |
| S. Childs I got a love for this street shit |
| So much raw flesh, my hood the meat market |
| Still swagger espionage and freak with it |
| Black tail me nautious, benz whistle down the boulevard like marauders |
| Hand-to-hand cuffed, face deep in the carpet |
| Glizzies in the war, with forest, send flowers to my opponents |
| It’s a core and a kick, jumps pumps still on the blimp |
| Will dump one of you faggot ass niggas |
| Live from Staten Island, New York, West Brighton |
| Home of the eighth floor skyscrapers |
| Armageddon, exile to all of you traitors |
| Word to Fly Ty from Fort Green |
| Niggas don’t want it, styles are fury, word to blood |
| We love it, when the drama’s on, niggas be hiding |
| You can hear wheeze, bullets holes in dodged hair weaves |
| Fuck bullet birds, nigga, you open? |
| Now your body gonna freeze, only God can spare me |
| Style car hard jump suits, feel like '86 Juice Crew |
| With it, so play the tough guy role, and you can get it |