Red Spyda - Kiss Your Ass Goodbye (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block Ohh sh**! (let's go) [Hook: Sheek Louch] You can kiss yo' a** goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block) La-da-da, da-da-daaaah (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block) You can kiss yo' a** goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block) La-da-da, da-da-daaaah [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo, this that sh** that make n***as wanna rep they clique (uh-huh) Grab their gun and diss n***as to their dick Buck somethin, go somewhere and f** somethin (f** somethin) Like that frontin n***a b**h, make her s** somethin (s** somethin) Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out Hoodie on with the all black Belushis on n***as yappin 'til they muh-f**in face is torn (uh-huh) Tongue is gone (what else) three-piece suits is worn Hit y'all f*ggot-a** n***as that's scared to d**h Talk sh**, when I'm around y'all hold y'all breath (whattup Sheek?) I make murder music, my sh** bang in the city But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty (It's too much violence now since Ja ruined 50) I don't know no other way but to rap gritty (yeah!) f** that baby when I'm rich Until then where the f** is my thugs at up in this b**h? (let's go) [Hook] [Styles] Whattup n***a, you cut up n***a (whattup) Shoot sh** to lift the truck up n***a (wooooooooo) D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof Give a ba**head a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe (clean that up) Style on n***as; beat somethin down We gon' pile on n***as (get 'em) wild on n***as {La-da-da, da-da-daaaah} That's a lullaby for you (hear it?) Better ask your man he ready to die for you (you ready?) We comin through tearin the block up (tear it up) We ain't gettin locked up (uh-uh) that mean we even shootin the cops up Whattup? (Yeah n***a, two mo' times) Whattup, whattup? Now we in the New York rhyme Better kiss that a** goodbye, when I'm pa**in by With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right What, n***a? [Hook] [Sheek Louch] Aiyyo, I talk sh** how I wanna talk, bop how I wanna walk And you can tell that n***a dere is from New York And I still got my South n***as ready to squeeze I don't need cake to see me with a couple of G's (let's go) And I don't need a loan, muh'f**er I'm grown Had a thirty-eight before I had a phone I stuck n***as up before y'all lil' n***as started to bone This that Sheek Louch sh** y'all n***as tryin to clone Let's be real, the average muh'f**er with a deal Probably never had a fight (nah) no guns, none of that n***as know I'm right (yeah) I say goodnight to my son Give my baby moms a lil' cake And my moms a lil' somethin 'fore I go on the run Before p**y n***as try their hand I'll kick in the door like "Daddy's Home" and I ain't "Making the Band" What y'all coward n***as don't understand? (YEAH!) [Hook] [Sheek] You can kiss yo' a** goodbye...