Yeah, I can tell you what it, yeah yeah
I can tell you what it feels like
Up all night, waitin' for a deal like
Nigga, this is real life, real light
I ain't have a meal night
I can tell you what it feels like
I can tell you what it feels like
Better know this shit is real life
I can tell you what it feels like
In the back of the 'Lac
AC/DC Back In Black
Just ABC's, don't worry bout that
I ain't worried bout nothin'
Been on the road 6 summers
Now I'm back on the o'block stuntin'
Ain't shit changed and it's home, mothaf*cka
Bet a hunnid that my old bitch still love me, leave me alone
You know I couldn't be here alone
I got the team here to even it off
Doin' whatever we feel like
Feel like you ain't even involved
Man, this shit is too real life
I can tell you what it
I can tell you what it feels like
Better know this shit is real life
I can tell you what it's...
Like when niggas with nothin' they always wanna say somethin'
Pay 'em no attention, that's what made me on top
Bitch, I'm in beast mode, make me a collar
Everybody caught up comin' from the lobby
But you know a nigga still broad and got talent
Sleepin' on me with the five footie year old pajamas
I'm just tryna eat, feelin' so piranha, leave me alone
What would you really do if you be doin' me?
Say I sold out, just mad you can't afford me
I'm comin' at your face, kinda hard can't ignore me
Full speed, hit the gas and we roarin'
Yeah, I can tell you what it
Kid Ink - Full Speed Album Lyrics
Kid Ink - Full Speed Lyrics
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, JONATHAN KING, JULIO SANTIAGO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Faster
[Hook:]
Faster, faster, faster, faster
[Verse 1:]
Say you wanna live faster faster, I got what you asked for
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
You ain't that shy baby, don't be actin' bashful
Hands all in it like I'm pickin' out a raffle
Roll up, light a candle
Shot after shot, never runnin' out of ammo
We some wild animals, f*ck what the time is
Walk that line, you'll be up all night bitch
Hell nah we ain't high yet
Know I got that loud and you niggas sound quiet
In this bitch deeper than a choir
It's lookin' like your first time
Baby are you sure you wanna try it?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Say you wanna live faster faster, I got what you asked for
All around the world baby, hope you got your passports
Goin' outta town, gotta leave in the early morn'
I ain't even pack, all I need is a carry on
I know this sound very strong
But I might just put my Mary on
Leave your friends, so depressing like a Mary song
Still impressed by the suites at the Marriott
Come and let me upgrade you
Bad bitch sniffin' round, and she hit the nasal
Girls gone wild, takin' shots from the navel
Somewhere overseas, man my name's Mr. Navel
Faster, faster, faster, faster
[Verse 1:]
Say you wanna live faster faster, I got what you asked for
All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom
You ain't that shy baby, don't be actin' bashful
Hands all in it like I'm pickin' out a raffle
Roll up, light a candle
Shot after shot, never runnin' out of ammo
We some wild animals, f*ck what the time is
Walk that line, you'll be up all night bitch
Hell nah we ain't high yet
Know I got that loud and you niggas sound quiet
In this bitch deeper than a choir
It's lookin' like your first time
Baby are you sure you wanna try it?
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Say you wanna live faster faster, I got what you asked for
All around the world baby, hope you got your passports
Goin' outta town, gotta leave in the early morn'
I ain't even pack, all I need is a carry on
I know this sound very strong
But I might just put my Mary on
Leave your friends, so depressing like a Mary song
Still impressed by the suites at the Marriott
Come and let me upgrade you
Bad bitch sniffin' round, and she hit the nasal
Girls gone wild, takin' shots from the navel
Somewhere overseas, man my name's Mr. Navel
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, CHUCK SABATINO, DACOURY NATCHE, LINDA HARGROVE, MARK ELLERBEE, RAYMOND SCHULTE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dolo
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Everything is a dolo
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
'Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
'Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
I don't see no one else
Did you come
Tell me did you come
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Everything is a dolo
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
'Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
'Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
I don't see no one else
Did you come
Tell me did you come
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, ROBERT KELLY, NICHOLAS BALDING, MARK KRAGEN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Body Language
It's Kid Ink, yeah yeah
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
Said you ain't gotta say too much
Hate when you say that I play too much
When I get too close I'mma touch that subject
I can read yo' body 'nough said
Quit all that yappin'
Need less talk and a little more action
Yeah now girl keep it G, know you speak a lil freak
I can hear it in yo' accent
Said, "Tell me, can you understand my language?"
If you tryna ride, just stay in my lane
There's no other way to explain it
In layman, f*ck who you came with
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
It ain't hard to tell
If you don't wanna take it too far, then well
You better stop flirtin' and stop twerkin'
So perfect, cause it's workin'
That ass worth all the worship
You been in yo' bag like Birkin
Never had it like this before me
You ain't know girl better read up on it
Hell yeah, gotta re-up on me
Bein' stuck up gon' leave you lonely
For the night, we should leave before the light's
On, girl, I'm too on
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
Ooh, they say don't judge a book by its cover
We can make a scene that you be under the covers
Listen ou ain't gotta say too much
You ain't gotta say too much
(You ain't gotta say much, you ain't gotta say much)
Body talkin', girl I'm listenin'
Come closer, let me hit it
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
Said you ain't gotta say too much
Hate when you say that I play too much
When I get too close I'mma touch that subject
I can read yo' body 'nough said
Quit all that yappin'
Need less talk and a little more action
Yeah now girl keep it G, know you speak a lil freak
I can hear it in yo' accent
Said, "Tell me, can you understand my language?"
If you tryna ride, just stay in my lane
There's no other way to explain it
In layman, f*ck who you came with
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
It ain't hard to tell
If you don't wanna take it too far, then well
You better stop flirtin' and stop twerkin'
So perfect, cause it's workin'
That ass worth all the worship
You been in yo' bag like Birkin
Never had it like this before me
You ain't know girl better read up on it
Hell yeah, gotta re-up on me
Bein' stuck up gon' leave you lonely
For the night, we should leave before the light's
On, girl, I'm too on
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
Ooh, they say don't judge a book by its cover
We can make a scene that you be under the covers
Listen ou ain't gotta say too much
You ain't gotta say too much
(You ain't gotta say much, you ain't gotta say much)
Body talkin', girl I'm listenin'
Come closer, let me hit it
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa
But I can tell from your body language, ok
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Is you 'bout it? ('Bout it)
Let's talk about it ('Bout it)
Can we talk about it?
But you ain't gotta say too much
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, MAGNUS AUGUST HOIBERG, MIKKEL ERIKSEN, TINASHE KACHINGWE, TOR HERMANSEN, USHER RAYMOND
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hotel
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel oh whoah
Let's take it to the hotel oh whoah
Yeah I said why you over there lookin'?
Got a starin' problem and you f*ckin'
I know you see my girl, stop frontin'
I could tell you up to a lil' somethin', hol'up
I'ma play it cool, baby roll one
While you make your way and get over here
My girl ain't down then it's over
Just tell her that she look good when I'm over there
In the first place, pour one up
Baby don't be too thirsty
Groupie love ain't ever gon' work
See hoes ain't loyal and never keep it lowkey
That ain't alright
I'ma take a shot, couple shots thru the night
Tell a joke, keep it fun, make her feel it's alright
Give you the game wholesale
And bet a hundred that I take 'em to the hotel
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel
We could take it up
Let's take it to the hotel
Baby, we could take it up
Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me
Know I got a penthouse suite
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
It's kinda hard when I see you lookin' over here
With them eyes
I got a girl but I'm feelin' your body
So I'ma have to just play both sides
I hope she don't come over here
'Cause I'm with my girl, you know I love her
I got two of my bitches in the club
And they about each other, oh no
Uh, but a nigga never Paranoid
You f*ckin' with a man not a little boy
What? I could barley hear your little voice
In the club but your body makin' all the noise
Clap it up, stack it up
Where your purse? Just pack it up
Grab her hand, tell her we should go now
If you really wanna take this party to the hotel
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel
We could take it up
Let's take it to the hotel
Baby, we could take it up
Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me
Know I got a penthouse suite
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Over there lookin' all suspicious
Get a clue girl, don't be a mystery
I see you likin' on all my pictures
Of me and my bitch, up in all of our business
So, you gotta know it ain't a limit to
What appeal and the liquor do
Make a straight girl go down
Just spit down, I might f*ck around and lick her too
It ain't a problem, my metabolism high
Eat you both up for dinner
Just keep it real with a real mothaf*cka
Ain't got time for no pretenders
Now just bring it to me, that fleek, that freak, no classy stuff
Been pushin' up, don't pussy now
Bitch what you really on?
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel
We could take it up
Let's take it to the hotel
Baby, we could take it up
Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me
Know I got a penthouse suite
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel oh whoah
Let's take it to the hotel oh whoah
Yeah I said why you over there lookin'?
Got a starin' problem and you f*ckin'
I know you see my girl, stop frontin'
I could tell you up to a lil' somethin', hol'up
I'ma play it cool, baby roll one
While you make your way and get over here
My girl ain't down then it's over
Just tell her that she look good when I'm over there
In the first place, pour one up
Baby don't be too thirsty
Groupie love ain't ever gon' work
See hoes ain't loyal and never keep it lowkey
That ain't alright
I'ma take a shot, couple shots thru the night
Tell a joke, keep it fun, make her feel it's alright
Give you the game wholesale
And bet a hundred that I take 'em to the hotel
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel
We could take it up
Let's take it to the hotel
Baby, we could take it up
Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me
Know I got a penthouse suite
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
It's kinda hard when I see you lookin' over here
With them eyes
I got a girl but I'm feelin' your body
So I'ma have to just play both sides
I hope she don't come over here
'Cause I'm with my girl, you know I love her
I got two of my bitches in the club
And they about each other, oh no
Uh, but a nigga never Paranoid
You f*ckin' with a man not a little boy
What? I could barley hear your little voice
In the club but your body makin' all the noise
Clap it up, stack it up
Where your purse? Just pack it up
Grab her hand, tell her we should go now
If you really wanna take this party to the hotel
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel
We could take it up
Let's take it to the hotel
Baby, we could take it up
Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me
Know I got a penthouse suite
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Over there lookin' all suspicious
Get a clue girl, don't be a mystery
I see you likin' on all my pictures
Of me and my bitch, up in all of our business
So, you gotta know it ain't a limit to
What appeal and the liquor do
Make a straight girl go down
Just spit down, I might f*ck around and lick her too
It ain't a problem, my metabolism high
Eat you both up for dinner
Just keep it real with a real mothaf*cka
Ain't got time for no pretenders
Now just bring it to me, that fleek, that freak, no classy stuff
Been pushin' up, don't pussy now
Bitch what you really on?
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?
Let's take it to the hotel
We could take it up
Let's take it to the hotel
Baby, we could take it up
Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me
Know I got a penthouse suite
I said why you over there lookin' at me?
While I'm with my girlfriend
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, CLARENCE MONTGOMERY III, BOBBY SIMMONS, CHRISTOPHER BROWN, DIJON MCFARLANE, VERSE SIMMONDS, CHRISTOPHER FEATHERSTONE, JUSTIN FEATHERSTONE, MATTHEW FEATHERSTONE, WILLIAM FEATHERSTONE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Cool Back
Lemme see it
[Hook - R. Kelly & Kid Ink:]
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Everything is a go doe
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - R. Kelly:]
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
[Partial Hook:]
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Hook - R. Kelly & Kid Ink:]
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Everything is a go doe
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - R. Kelly:]
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
[Partial Hook:]
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, CHRISTOPHER WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Be Real
You ain't got no whip, you ain't got no bottle
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
You ain't got no cash, you ain't got no dollas
You stay with that drama, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Uh, just keep it real with ya
You the only nigga here feeling yourself
Walk in, them bitches start filming
They sittin' with a man, thotty ass still grinning, it's on
Honest, so hot, mind on a comet
Fast life sometimes feel like I'm in a comic
I don't give a f*ck, bitch with or without a condom
Fat joke, pockets lean back like a recliner
I'm in this, representing West Side
Lotta people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Batgang, got it tatted by my left eye
Chain gang over here, no neck tie
Bitch you know I'm all about the business
From beginning to the ending never simpin', never slippin'
Sippin' P-A-T-R-O to the N
And if I'm in the building know it's complaints from the tenants
On the real
You could call anyone you want
I'ma kill 'em all, bet on it
Said we the only ones that stuntin' now
Let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Yeah let's just be honest, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, we all know the deal
So let's just be honest, let's just be real
Uh, slow down babe, it's enough, to go round back
Been drinkin' like you thirsty
How you make it to my section in the first place
Nah, I ain't trippin', shit is nada
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it
Bitch I'm a boss like Gotti
Rock Tom Ford and I still pop Molly
Roll up good Cali, ladeedadee
It's just me and all my hommies
At your door like the shining, egh
Feel like can't nobody stop me, I'm a hot nigga
And the bitch that I'm with know she hot stuff
Pull up in the hot wheels, ballin' get yo hops up
If you got a problem need a hotline
9-1-1 But we don't ever call the cops, for real
You could call anyone you want
I'ma kill 'em all, bet on it
Said we the only ones that stuntin' now
Let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Yeah let's just be honest, (let's just be real)
Let's just be honest, we all know the deal
So let's just be honest, let's just be (let's just be real)
Let's just be
Let's just be
Let's just be
Let's just be (let's just be, let's just be, let's just be)
Real
Let's just be
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
You ain't got no cash, you ain't got no dollas
You stay with that drama, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Uh, just keep it real with ya
You the only nigga here feeling yourself
Walk in, them bitches start filming
They sittin' with a man, thotty ass still grinning, it's on
Honest, so hot, mind on a comet
Fast life sometimes feel like I'm in a comic
I don't give a f*ck, bitch with or without a condom
Fat joke, pockets lean back like a recliner
I'm in this, representing West Side
Lotta people try to tell me I'm the next guy
Batgang, got it tatted by my left eye
Chain gang over here, no neck tie
Bitch you know I'm all about the business
From beginning to the ending never simpin', never slippin'
Sippin' P-A-T-R-O to the N
And if I'm in the building know it's complaints from the tenants
On the real
You could call anyone you want
I'ma kill 'em all, bet on it
Said we the only ones that stuntin' now
Let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Yeah let's just be honest, let's just be real
Let's just be honest, we all know the deal
So let's just be honest, let's just be real
Uh, slow down babe, it's enough, to go round back
Been drinkin' like you thirsty
How you make it to my section in the first place
Nah, I ain't trippin', shit is nada
They say it ain't trickin' if you got it
Bitch I'm a boss like Gotti
Rock Tom Ford and I still pop Molly
Roll up good Cali, ladeedadee
It's just me and all my hommies
At your door like the shining, egh
Feel like can't nobody stop me, I'm a hot nigga
And the bitch that I'm with know she hot stuff
Pull up in the hot wheels, ballin' get yo hops up
If you got a problem need a hotline
9-1-1 But we don't ever call the cops, for real
You could call anyone you want
I'ma kill 'em all, bet on it
Said we the only ones that stuntin' now
Let's just be real
Let's just be honest, let's just be real
Yeah let's just be honest, (let's just be real)
Let's just be honest, we all know the deal
So let's just be honest, let's just be (let's just be real)
Let's just be
Let's just be
Let's just be
Let's just be (let's just be, let's just be, let's just be)
Real
Let's just be
Writer: BRITTANY HAZZARD, NICK AUDINO, BRIAN COLLINS, JULIAN GRAMMA, LEWIS HUGHES, DAOUDA LEONARD, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, DEJA TRIMBLE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Every City We Go
[Migos:]
Oh, Migos
Yo, yoo, Kid Ink
[Hook - Kid Ink & Migos:]
They respect me like the man
In every city we go, in every city we go
Pick up a pack soon as we land
In every city we go, in every city we go
And every real nigga feel me
In every city we go, in every city we go
They fall in love with how we livin'
In every city we go, we gotta get it and go
In every city we go
[Kid Ink:]
Every city we go
Roll up glad I don't gotta see a PO
Know I came from the city, block as hot as creole
If you made it from the block, take a shot, reload
Realest mothaf*cka still, gotta keep a C-note
I got a million but I'm still smokin' down to the roach
I came down from the ropes, plastic sticks the glass on coasters
To keep couple shotties around me with the holster
Hoping that somebody would get froggy
Just clean up all them dirty looks
I see him tighter than a cornrow
Mad cause my poster in they sister's dorm room
But in my face
[Hook]
[Quavo:]
Quavo, every city we go
Yeah there's a whole lotta hoes, top floor condo
Every city we go
Touchdown 50K for a show, 50K for a show yeah
Every city we go, we plugged in 26 days you know
Ask Offset, GD Folks
Every city we go, we touchdown no Big U
And rollin' sixes you know yeah
And you know we keep it real
Touchdown in any field yo
No soccer home field
Make a hunnid mil, yeah I keep it real
[Hook]
[Offset:]
Every city that I enter it's in my agenda
I'm a gangster disciple it's a part of my gender
When I touchdown they gon' go put you in blenders
Everywhere I go I got GD on my check like a pendant
City to city we gettin' this money repeated
I flew to your city, laid on your bitch and repeated
When I greet her I beat it and we keep that on a secret
Money trees that I seeded, people they can't even believe it
Started in bandos and now we ridin' in Phantoms
Please pardon the savage because I do not have manners
I was stuck in my city so I had to keep a hammer
I was stuck on the bus I knew one day I would go platinum
[Hook]
Oh, Migos
Yo, yoo, Kid Ink
[Hook - Kid Ink & Migos:]
They respect me like the man
In every city we go, in every city we go
Pick up a pack soon as we land
In every city we go, in every city we go
And every real nigga feel me
In every city we go, in every city we go
They fall in love with how we livin'
In every city we go, we gotta get it and go
In every city we go
[Kid Ink:]
Every city we go
Roll up glad I don't gotta see a PO
Know I came from the city, block as hot as creole
If you made it from the block, take a shot, reload
Realest mothaf*cka still, gotta keep a C-note
I got a million but I'm still smokin' down to the roach
I came down from the ropes, plastic sticks the glass on coasters
To keep couple shotties around me with the holster
Hoping that somebody would get froggy
Just clean up all them dirty looks
I see him tighter than a cornrow
Mad cause my poster in they sister's dorm room
But in my face
[Hook]
[Quavo:]
Quavo, every city we go
Yeah there's a whole lotta hoes, top floor condo
Every city we go
Touchdown 50K for a show, 50K for a show yeah
Every city we go, we plugged in 26 days you know
Ask Offset, GD Folks
Every city we go, we touchdown no Big U
And rollin' sixes you know yeah
And you know we keep it real
Touchdown in any field yo
No soccer home field
Make a hunnid mil, yeah I keep it real
[Hook]
[Offset:]
Every city that I enter it's in my agenda
I'm a gangster disciple it's a part of my gender
When I touchdown they gon' go put you in blenders
Everywhere I go I got GD on my check like a pendant
City to city we gettin' this money repeated
I flew to your city, laid on your bitch and repeated
When I greet her I beat it and we keep that on a secret
Money trees that I seeded, people they can't even believe it
Started in bandos and now we ridin' in Phantoms
Please pardon the savage because I do not have manners
I was stuck in my city so I had to keep a hammer
I was stuck on the bus I knew one day I would go platinum
[Hook]
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, EDWARD CAMERON, KIARI CEPHUS, KIRSHNIK BALL, QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, ZIHIRR MITCHELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Round Here
('Round here) on the D-low
Niggas round here call me D-bow
('Round here), yo bitch'll get stole nigga
Got yo section, I know more nigga
Yeah for real, ('round here) niggas know I'm D-bow
She know, he know, I'm D-bow
(Nigga) 'Round here call me D-bow
Take a nigga girl, she reportin' like I'm PO
Turnin' from the 6, put the 1 before the 0
It ain't nothin' when I'm done
You know I cancel like Neno
Hoes ain't loyal but they free load
I remember when you used to give it up for free doe
Now all you want it free dough
Somethin' that your man lack
He can hold your hand but
He can't buy you no handbag
Cuff yo chick, you better tuck yo chain
I'm D-bow and every day is Friday
Said I'ma get you high girl, gon' slow it down
Just rolled up, took one hit, you got knocked the f*ck out okay
('Round here) on the D-low
Niggas round here call me D-bow
('Round here), yo bitch'll get stole nigga
Got yo section, I know more nigga
Yeah for real, ('round here) niggas know I'm D-bow
She know, he know, I'm D-bow, nigga
Might pull up on the bike and skrrt skrrt
Sup red-red bone, pocket check 'er ass first
First off don't be greedy if you tryna stay the night
Sippin' on champagne, you can't even say it right
Hate when niggas tryna battle, won't see the daylight
Know I'm winnin' like Floyd, you ain't gotta see the fight
No decision, when I roll up it's precision
Need a minute, lookin' hurt up in that corner that you sittin'
It's me and all my niggas, make you feel intimidated
No intention, we been payin' everybody too sedated 'round here
We been in here for a hour workin' on round ten
Nigga 10-4 this ain't no Nintendo, ah
('Round here) on the D-low
Niggas round here call me D-bow
('Round here), yo bitch'll get stole nigga
Got yo section, I know more nigga
Yeah for real, ('round here) niggas know I'm D-bow
('Round here)
Yeah she know, he know, I'm D-bow, nigga
Niggas round here call me D-bow
('Round here), yo bitch'll get stole nigga
Got yo section, I know more nigga
Yeah for real, ('round here) niggas know I'm D-bow
She know, he know, I'm D-bow
(Nigga) 'Round here call me D-bow
Take a nigga girl, she reportin' like I'm PO
Turnin' from the 6, put the 1 before the 0
It ain't nothin' when I'm done
You know I cancel like Neno
Hoes ain't loyal but they free load
I remember when you used to give it up for free doe
Now all you want it free dough
Somethin' that your man lack
He can hold your hand but
He can't buy you no handbag
Cuff yo chick, you better tuck yo chain
I'm D-bow and every day is Friday
Said I'ma get you high girl, gon' slow it down
Just rolled up, took one hit, you got knocked the f*ck out okay
('Round here) on the D-low
Niggas round here call me D-bow
('Round here), yo bitch'll get stole nigga
Got yo section, I know more nigga
Yeah for real, ('round here) niggas know I'm D-bow
She know, he know, I'm D-bow, nigga
Might pull up on the bike and skrrt skrrt
Sup red-red bone, pocket check 'er ass first
First off don't be greedy if you tryna stay the night
Sippin' on champagne, you can't even say it right
Hate when niggas tryna battle, won't see the daylight
Know I'm winnin' like Floyd, you ain't gotta see the fight
No decision, when I roll up it's precision
Need a minute, lookin' hurt up in that corner that you sittin'
It's me and all my niggas, make you feel intimidated
No intention, we been payin' everybody too sedated 'round here
We been in here for a hour workin' on round ten
Nigga 10-4 this ain't no Nintendo, ah
('Round here) on the D-low
Niggas round here call me D-bow
('Round here), yo bitch'll get stole nigga
Got yo section, I know more nigga
Yeah for real, ('round here) niggas know I'm D-bow
('Round here)
Yeah she know, he know, I'm D-bow, nigga
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, DWANE WEIR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
About Mine
Lemme see it
[Hook - R. Kelly & Kid Ink:]
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Everything is a go doe
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - R. Kelly:]
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
[Partial Hook:]
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Hook - R. Kelly & Kid Ink:]
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Everything is a go doe
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - R. Kelly:]
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
[Partial Hook:]
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Blunted
Lemme see it
[Hook - R. Kelly & Kid Ink:]
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Everything is a go doe
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - R. Kelly:]
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
[Partial Hook:]
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Hook - R. Kelly & Kid Ink:]
Said, I don't see no one else but you alone
Said, I don't see no one else
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Everything is a go doe
I been lookin' at you dance like a Go-go
Girl, hold that for the photo
Ain't got drink in your cup, that's a nono
And I don't see no one through the smoke
Roll like I got no lungs
But you the only thing that I notice, dolo
Sayin' you ain't gotta leave solo
Just go on throw it at me like Romo
Sittin' in the club, big sea full of fish
And I'm giving you all my attention, said
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bring your friends
To meet my friends over in my section
VIP every week, got a residence
Now baby go on bring it back, I'm tryna reminisce
You remind, you remind, you remind me
Of something that I'm missing, don't know what it is yet
Send a full bag, gotta come with submission
I be two on, everything on a million, po' up
Just let me know, we can be out
Keys over at the valet kiosk
Sayin' that you came here dolo
Probably got a man, I'ma act like I don't know doe
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - R. Kelly:]
You ain't tryna get money, what you come for
You ain't tryna show nothin', what you come for
Get to bouncin' that ass like a pogo
Pause, that's a photo
Body so dumb I'ma call it body dodo
Face so pretty girl you should be a logo
Lead singer, solo
Leave with me, I'll go
We can make moments that we'll never forget
I'm talkin' bout shine baby, candles lit
Cause baby girl you deserve that shit
Cause you work that pole like your bills overdue
Got so much talent I'm thinkin' bout sponsoring you
Gotta know first
[Partial Hook:]
Did you come over, dolo, dolo
Tell me did you come over, dolo
You ain't gotta leave by yourself, ya hear
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Like A Hott Boyy
[Intro: Young Thug]
Metro Boomin' wants some more nigga
[Hook: Kid Ink & Young Thug]
I just pull up to the spot boy
Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy
Niggas say I do a lot boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy
Stop thinking you the man, cause you not boy
You be looking like them cops boy
See you bitch and I bet she getting copped boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Big time, big time, I'm feeling fresh as Mannie
Ever since I told them bitches put aside your panties
Show me somethin', it' ain't nothin' but a couple grams
Sippin' on this champagne, smack her with my other hand boy
I just pull up on the scene and never seen shit
But I still feel like a bum
Cause ain't no place and ain't no ceiling in here
Side niggas hating bitches blocking like Kareem and him
Rolling with this nigga here, everything you dream is real
Please believe me we do this shit for no reason
Baby welcome to the fast life, switch gears now I'm spinnin'
In my lane, Ruff Rydin' like the LOX boy
Stop drop, shut 'em down, open up shop boy
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Hunnids, fifties, I just flip 'em every mornin'
Like they pancakes in the kitchen
See me dripping, see me pourin'
Cut the gas then I floor it, pull up to the spot
They aiming for the target, I'm Kennedy in the drop
[Verse 3: Bricc Baby Shitro]
Everybody get your roll on, smash smash nigga
Cash money, cash money, talkin' fast fast bitch
Guerilla warfare but Juveniles gon' smash nigga
Pull up to the spot with 200 on the dash, damn
The AP done nearly broke my wrist
I whip it fast, whip it fast, I gave my wrist a ticket
When you hear that "brrr brrr", know I got no chickens
I took some bands on your head and then you leave my hood
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Cash money, Young gettin' that cash money
Supercharger on the 'Vette now I look like a crash dummy
$50,000 on a Porsche, she ain't said nothin'
Hey, yeah nigga I became a breadwinner
I've never said nothing for the fetty, can I rub ya?
Foreign shoes they give me bunions
I blowin' O's like a Funyun
ABC, all about cummin'
Nigga cannot act tough, know he not boy
You my target, with a dot on your eye boy
I'ma buy, I'm not leasing it
I though my dick gon' feature it
I'm in Memphis, no Bleek, lil bitch
Hammer, I don't want keep the bitch
I'm screaming the tech game
And I got birds you know the rest man, rap game
[Hook]
Metro Boomin' wants some more nigga
[Hook: Kid Ink & Young Thug]
I just pull up to the spot boy
Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy
Niggas say I do a lot boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy
Stop thinking you the man, cause you not boy
You be looking like them cops boy
See you bitch and I bet she getting copped boy
Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Big time, big time, I'm feeling fresh as Mannie
Ever since I told them bitches put aside your panties
Show me somethin', it' ain't nothin' but a couple grams
Sippin' on this champagne, smack her with my other hand boy
I just pull up on the scene and never seen shit
But I still feel like a bum
Cause ain't no place and ain't no ceiling in here
Side niggas hating bitches blocking like Kareem and him
Rolling with this nigga here, everything you dream is real
Please believe me we do this shit for no reason
Baby welcome to the fast life, switch gears now I'm spinnin'
In my lane, Ruff Rydin' like the LOX boy
Stop drop, shut 'em down, open up shop boy
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Hunnids, fifties, I just flip 'em every mornin'
Like they pancakes in the kitchen
See me dripping, see me pourin'
Cut the gas then I floor it, pull up to the spot
They aiming for the target, I'm Kennedy in the drop
[Verse 3: Bricc Baby Shitro]
Everybody get your roll on, smash smash nigga
Cash money, cash money, talkin' fast fast bitch
Guerilla warfare but Juveniles gon' smash nigga
Pull up to the spot with 200 on the dash, damn
The AP done nearly broke my wrist
I whip it fast, whip it fast, I gave my wrist a ticket
When you hear that "brrr brrr", know I got no chickens
I took some bands on your head and then you leave my hood
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Cash money, Young gettin' that cash money
Supercharger on the 'Vette now I look like a crash dummy
$50,000 on a Porsche, she ain't said nothin'
Hey, yeah nigga I became a breadwinner
I've never said nothing for the fetty, can I rub ya?
Foreign shoes they give me bunions
I blowin' O's like a Funyun
ABC, all about cummin'
Nigga cannot act tough, know he not boy
You my target, with a dot on your eye boy
I'ma buy, I'm not leasing it
I though my dick gon' feature it
I'm in Memphis, no Bleek, lil bitch
Hammer, I don't want keep the bitch
I'm screaming the tech game
And I got birds you know the rest man, rap game
[Hook]
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, JEFFREY WILLIAMS, GARY HILL, LELAND WAYNE, ZIHIRR MITCHELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Show Must Go On
[Intro:]
Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do
[Verse 1 - MGK:]
I used to snatch purses
Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America
Writing these goddamn verses
Tryna get 50 Cent to me
Stupid I turn him a G Unit
Make him beg for mercy
F*ck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice
If he ain't a real one I'ma snatch the mic
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
Uh, go on gimme that
Feelin' like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at
We deserve it, we been workin'
Even on days when it don't seem worth it
I be two on, new shit your style need a group home
Old bitch I'm beasting, hungry
Mothaf*cka need me somethin' to chew on
[Verse 3 - MGK:]
Come here I'm too gone
2 AM gettin' head in the Yukon
Two grams of the kush in the blue bong
Two students in the bed from the Tuscon
What more can a mothaf*cka do wrong
I'm a sinner I know
Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go
Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier
Cause I'm already buying all the f*ckin' weed y'all grow
[Verse 4 - Kid Ink:]
Know I roll, one to the sky and blow
Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show
Can't nobody knock this flow, kick down
F*ck knockin' your door, we doin' it biggie
Gettin' busy, competition is lookin' iffy
You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty
No invite I'm runnin' through the entry
Gone
[Hook - Math Allen & Kid Ink:]
We live fast but we don't wanna die young
We don't wanna die young but we ain't never gon' run
You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come
The show must go on, the show must go on
Can't nobody stop this show
The show must go on
[Verse 5 - MGK:]
F*ck with me, I been trill like Bun with me
Gettin' big like Pun with me
Cleveland bone thugs with me
It's the first of the month
Fried shrimp for lunch
Rossi in my cup
Lace the f*ck up
[Verse 6 - Kid Ink:]
Said if you got a problem
Baby you can get the back hand
Tryna say that I'm a bad man
Sayin' labor was a bad plan
But I don't feel no pressure
Same way I feel about your impression
It's money over the pressure
Representing for the reckless
Know you could feel my presence
Through the message
Gotta thank God, it's a blessing
Stackin' up like Tetris
And I take more if you let me
Just take five, let me shine
My eyes low, but I'm not tired
Keep quiet, man I tried
This suicide, suicide
[Hook]
Dear Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do
[Verse 1 - MGK:]
I used to snatch purses
Now I'm stealin' money from corporate America
Writing these goddamn verses
Tryna get 50 Cent to me
Stupid I turn him a G Unit
Make him beg for mercy
F*ck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I don't give a shit if he went platinum twice
If he ain't a real one I'ma snatch the mic
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
Uh, go on gimme that
Feelin' like Yeezy, tell me where the Henny at
We deserve it, we been workin'
Even on days when it don't seem worth it
I be two on, new shit your style need a group home
Old bitch I'm beasting, hungry
Mothaf*cka need me somethin' to chew on
[Verse 3 - MGK:]
Come here I'm too gone
2 AM gettin' head in the Yukon
Two grams of the kush in the blue bong
Two students in the bed from the Tuscon
What more can a mothaf*cka do wrong
I'm a sinner I know
Maybe that's why there is fire every city I go
Maybe I'ma just retire and become a supplier
Cause I'm already buying all the f*ckin' weed y'all grow
[Verse 4 - Kid Ink:]
Know I roll, one to the sky and blow
Lock and load, can't nobody stop this show
Can't nobody knock this flow, kick down
F*ck knockin' your door, we doin' it biggie
Gettin' busy, competition is lookin' iffy
You ain't gotta gas me, ridin' on empty
No invite I'm runnin' through the entry
Gone
[Hook - Math Allen & Kid Ink:]
We live fast but we don't wanna die young
We don't wanna die young but we ain't never gon' run
You can send 'em, I'll be ready when they come
The show must go on, the show must go on
Can't nobody stop this show
The show must go on
[Verse 5 - MGK:]
F*ck with me, I been trill like Bun with me
Gettin' big like Pun with me
Cleveland bone thugs with me
It's the first of the month
Fried shrimp for lunch
Rossi in my cup
Lace the f*ck up
[Verse 6 - Kid Ink:]
Said if you got a problem
Baby you can get the back hand
Tryna say that I'm a bad man
Sayin' labor was a bad plan
But I don't feel no pressure
Same way I feel about your impression
It's money over the pressure
Representing for the reckless
Know you could feel my presence
Through the message
Gotta thank God, it's a blessing
Stackin' up like Tetris
And I take more if you let me
Just take five, let me shine
My eyes low, but I'm not tired
Keep quiet, man I tried
This suicide, suicide
[Hook]
Writer: DWAYNE CHIN-QUEE, BRIAN COLLINS, LUIS DIAZ, BEN DIEHL, RICHARD BAKER, MATTHEW STROTHER, TERRENCE ROLLE, KHALED
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Diamonds and Gold
[Hook - Verse Simmonds & Kid Ink:]
Baby it's nothin', if you need somethin'
Know I'm good for it, I can put that on everything
I put it up, cause baby keep frontin'
You could have it all right now
You know I'm good for it
I put you in diamonds & gold, I put it up, I put it up
I put you in diamonds & gold, I put it up, I put it up
I put you in diamonds &
Anything you want, know I put it up
Even when you ain't being good enough
Ain't trickin' if you got it what they all say
Have you ever been shoppin' sippin' Rosé?
Girl ain't no reason to be shy you
Already shine like a bag full of diamonds
Go on show it off, f*ck comments
You ain't just checkin' for a nigga with a check full of commas
I know, look around, everything gold
You could try in on but everything goes
Walk up in the store with ya, everything sold
My little shopaholic, I tell her
[Hook]
Nothin' but the best, sittin' on your flesh
Baby go ahead and flex on your girlfriend
Diamonds and gold, no Sterling
Passport flights, lemme take you on a whirlwind
Pool party at the crib in the pearly
Slumber party at the crib in La Perla
They body murder, go on kill em' off then
GPS you know just where the mall is, often
Yeah they know my name in this mothaf*cka often
You ain't seen nothin' yet, girl that's what they all say
Bossin' up, I could afford it
Bad ass bitch but she know I'm good for it
I tell her
[Hook]
[Kid Ink & Verse Simmonds:]
I said I put you in diamonds &
It's nothin', you know that I got it babe
I said I put you in diamonds &
Just say what you want and you got it babe
I tell her
[Hook]
Baby it's nothin', if you need somethin'
Know I'm good for it, I can put that on everything
I put it up, cause baby keep frontin'
You could have it all right now
You know I'm good for it
I put you in diamonds & gold, I put it up, I put it up
I put you in diamonds & gold, I put it up, I put it up
I put you in diamonds &
Anything you want, know I put it up
Even when you ain't being good enough
Ain't trickin' if you got it what they all say
Have you ever been shoppin' sippin' Rosé?
Girl ain't no reason to be shy you
Already shine like a bag full of diamonds
Go on show it off, f*ck comments
You ain't just checkin' for a nigga with a check full of commas
I know, look around, everything gold
You could try in on but everything goes
Walk up in the store with ya, everything sold
My little shopaholic, I tell her
[Hook]
Nothin' but the best, sittin' on your flesh
Baby go ahead and flex on your girlfriend
Diamonds and gold, no Sterling
Passport flights, lemme take you on a whirlwind
Pool party at the crib in the pearly
Slumber party at the crib in La Perla
They body murder, go on kill em' off then
GPS you know just where the mall is, often
Yeah they know my name in this mothaf*cka often
You ain't seen nothin' yet, girl that's what they all say
Bossin' up, I could afford it
Bad ass bitch but she know I'm good for it
I tell her
[Hook]
[Kid Ink & Verse Simmonds:]
I said I put you in diamonds &
It's nothin', you know that I got it babe
I said I put you in diamonds &
Just say what you want and you got it babe
I tell her
[Hook]
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, DAVID DOMAN, VERSE SIMMONDS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
POV
You ready? This when you see the little
Red light come on
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
I see you girl, everything in POV
I can show you one shade of black
I know you like 50 Shades of Grey
Tonight dress up like a villain girl
And I'll be there to save the day
By dinner time, make sure you save a plate
And I eat it
And you ain't gotta shave it baby
Cause I'm a nasty nigga, I'm a nasty nigga
I need you preforming on me
POV til the morning
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you performing, everything in POV
What's your fetish
Wha-what's your fetish tell me
What's your fetish, what
You the only fetish 'round me
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
I got a grip on the camera
Girl I won't drop it
You could put your hands up
Grab you a pillow, started from the waist low
Bout to move up
Baby don't hide your face though POV
I keep it lowkey
Promise that no one else gon' see
See that you could make this your profession
Nasty girl tell me what's your fetish
Vicki secrets it's hard to keep
We just started, I'm ready for the sequel
Already, the car ready
Like brains of a beauty
Show me you small headed tell 'em
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you performing, everything in POV
What's your fetish
Wha-what's your fetish tell me
What's your fetish, what
You the only fetish 'round me
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new
Yeah yeah, what's your fetish girl
I don't care know I'm internationally known
As a mothaf*ckin' freak to the core
F*ck ya clothes and sheets get torn
Eat your girlfriend the more I get top
Check for coke yeah them balls get top
On the road take the body on tour
Swear them nasty bitches all love you
When they see them pockets on beep beep dummy
You ain't gotta give me no answer now
But back then I can tell you
Was a dancing girl so
Now, I need you to preform to sell
Now, I need you to preform to sell
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you preforming, everything in oh oh
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you preforming, everything in
Everything in
What's your fetish, what's your fetish girl
You the only fetish girl round me
Red light come on
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
I see you girl, everything in POV
I can show you one shade of black
I know you like 50 Shades of Grey
Tonight dress up like a villain girl
And I'll be there to save the day
By dinner time, make sure you save a plate
And I eat it
And you ain't gotta shave it baby
Cause I'm a nasty nigga, I'm a nasty nigga
I need you preforming on me
POV til the morning
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you performing, everything in POV
What's your fetish
Wha-what's your fetish tell me
What's your fetish, what
You the only fetish 'round me
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
I got a grip on the camera
Girl I won't drop it
You could put your hands up
Grab you a pillow, started from the waist low
Bout to move up
Baby don't hide your face though POV
I keep it lowkey
Promise that no one else gon' see
See that you could make this your profession
Nasty girl tell me what's your fetish
Vicki secrets it's hard to keep
We just started, I'm ready for the sequel
Already, the car ready
Like brains of a beauty
Show me you small headed tell 'em
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you performing, everything in POV
What's your fetish
Wha-what's your fetish tell me
What's your fetish, what
You the only fetish 'round me
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new
Yeah yeah, what's your fetish girl
I don't care know I'm internationally known
As a mothaf*ckin' freak to the core
F*ck ya clothes and sheets get torn
Eat your girlfriend the more I get top
Check for coke yeah them balls get top
On the road take the body on tour
Swear them nasty bitches all love you
When they see them pockets on beep beep dummy
You ain't gotta give me no answer now
But back then I can tell you
Was a dancing girl so
Now, I need you to preform to sell
Now, I need you to preform to sell
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This sound like porn music
Now, I need you to preform to sell
This that new porn music
I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you preforming, everything in oh oh
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you preforming, everything in
Everything in
What's your fetish, what's your fetish girl
You the only fetish girl round me
Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, PETER WADE, JOSH WERNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Full Speed is the third studio album by American rapper Kid Ink. It was released on January 30, 2015, by RCA Records, distributed by these affiliated record labels Tha Alumni Music Group and 88 Classic. The album marks as the second release with the RCA Records. The album was supported by three singles: "Body Language" featuring Usher and Tinashe, "Hotel" featuring Chris Brown, and "Be Real" featuring Dej Loaf.
Following its release, the album was met with mixed reviews from music critics. The album debuted at number 14 on the Billboard 200, selling 29,000 copies in the United States, during its first week.
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Kid InkFollowing its release, the album was met with mixed reviews from music critics. The album debuted at number 14 on the Billboard 200, selling 29,000 copies in the United States, during its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Released: January 30th, 2015
Year: 2015