Full Speed Album Lyrics by Kid Ink


Kid Ink Lyrics

Full Speed Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

What It Feels Like

[Intro:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 1:
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 hear alone
I got the team here to even it off
Do whatever we feel like, feel like you ain't even involved
Man this shit is too real life

[Hook:]
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...

[Verse 2:]
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 [?]
Everybody caught up comin' from the lobby
But you know a nigga still [?]
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'

[Outro:]
Yeah, I can tell you what it



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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



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Dolo

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



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Body Language

[Hook - Usher & Tinashe:]
It's not a lot that you've been saying, whoa.
But I can tell from your body language
Let's talk about it ('bout it)
Is you 'bout it?
Let's talk about it
Can we talk about it?

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

[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Said you ain't gotta say too much
Hate when you say that I play too much
When I get too close I'm a touch that subject
I can read your body, nuff said
Quit all that yappin'
Meet let's talk and a little more action (Yeah)
Now girl keep it G, know you speak a little freak
I can hear it in yo' accent
So tell me, can you understand my language?
If you tryna ride, just stay in my lane
It's no other way to explain it
A lame in, f*ck, who you came with (eghh)

[Hook - Usher & Tinashe:]
It's not a lot that you've been saying, whoa.
But I can tell from your body language
Let's talk about it
Is you 'bout it?
Let's talk about 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
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
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 me
You trying to get high, gotta re-up on me
Bein' stuck up gon' leave you lonely for the night
We should leave before the lights on girl
I'm too on

[Hook - Usher & Tinashe:]
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa.
But I can tell from your body language
Let's talk about it ('bout it)
Is you 'bout it?
Let's talk about 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
Ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language

[Bridge - Usher & Tinashe:]
Oh they say don't judge a book by it's cover
We can make a scene that you be under the cover (Listen)
You ain't gotta say too much
You ain't gotta say too much
(Girl I'm talkin', girl I'm listenin')
(Come closer, lemme hear ya)

[Hook - Usher & Tinashe:]
It's not that a lot that you've been saying, whoa.
But I can tell from your body language
Let's talk about it ('bout it)
Is you 'bout it?
Let's talk about it
Can we talk about it?

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



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Hotel

[Hook - Kid Ink & Chris Brown:]
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, let's take it to the hotel

[Kid Ink:]
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 play, 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

[Hook - Kid Ink & Chris Brown:]
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, let's take it to the hotel
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

[Chris Brown:]
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

[Kid Ink:]
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

[Hook]

[Kid Ink:]
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 a nigga do
Make a straight girl go down
Just bit 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?

[Hook]



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Cool Back

I walk in this bitch like a mah'f*ckin' villain
I'm just tryna bring cool back
Can't too many motherf*ckers pull that off
Lookin' like a million dollar outfit
Nah nigga that's me, it don't matter what it costs
Make it look good
Had it on 'fore you seen it in a look book
Said you ain't f*ckin' with a young fresh ass nigga
Fashion police should arrest that nigga
Okay, okay, kay, kay, okay
I'm with a model ass bitch out in St. Tropez
In some high ass heels, can't stand all day
It's a price for your beauty, baby girl I pay

[Hook:]
I walk in this bitch like a mah'f*ckin' villain
Fashion police should arrest that nigga
I walk in this bitch like a mah'f*ckin' villain
Fashion police should arrest that nigga
I'm just tryna bring cool back
I'm just tryna bring cool back

I walk in like Joker
Livin' like Bruce Wayne, can I get a toast to
All of the light skin girls and the mochas
Tryna get it in for the night, no emotions, motions
My way, everything I own off of the runway
Talkin' bout the girls and even the white tape
Yippee ki-yay, hippie eyes, sit behind, need frames
I'm way too fresh go on let a nigga cook
Money on the cover nigga, I'm on that book
Know you went to the store, they ain't have this
All you mah'f*ckers look like last year
And I

[Hook]

I walk in this bitch like a mah'f*ckin' villain
Waxin' a blunt, waxin' a denim
Rodeo for the linen
And I'm a cool nigga out in Beverly Hills like Dilla
Okay, okay, wavin' this dede all up in your face
See the OJ glove, red carpet killa
Rest of you nigga just seat fillas
Say ain't nobody cooler
All you dirty mah'f*ckers look like Kunta
Walk right by get a wet in the chooch
I steal yo' bitch nigga like King Koopa
When

[Hook x2]

Writer: Brian Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Allegro, Alumni Ink Publishing


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Be Real

[Intro - DeJ Loaf:]
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

[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
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

[Pre-Hook - Kid Ink:]
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

[Hook - DeJ Loaf & Kid Ink:]
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

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
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

[Pre-Hook - Kid Ink:]
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

[Hook - DeJ Loaf & Kid Ink:]
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



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Every City We Go

[Intro - 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

[Verse 1 - 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 posters
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]

[Verse 2 - Quavo:]
Every city we go, yeah there's a whole lotta hoes
Top floor cuttin' dope
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
[?] on section
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]

[Verse 3:]
Every city that I enter it's in my agenda
I'm a gangster, it's hard but it's 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 leave it
Started in bellows 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 in the bus I knew one day I would go hammer

[Hook]



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Round Here

[Hook:]
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
For real, round here niggas know I'm D-bow
She know, he know, I'm D-bow

[Verse 1:]
Niggas 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
Somthin' 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Might pull up on the bike and skrrt skrrt
Sup red-red bone, pocket check her 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

[Hook]

Writer: Dwane Weir
Copyright: Lyrics © Wane County, Sean Michael Anderson Music LLC, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.


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About Mine

[Intro - Trey Songz & Kid Ink:]
She doin' it wrong
Egh!
Trigga, Trigga
It's Kid Ink
Mustard on the beat ho!

[Verse 1 - Trey Songz:]
In the club and this nigga looking at me kinda strange
I got the woman he love sippin' my champagne
But she ain't doin' nothin' wrong
She just f*ckin' with a young, rich nigga
Tell that boy stop acting like a bitch nigga

[Hook - Trey Songz:]
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bet that, check my stats
From way way back nigga we've been doing this
Same old clubs and the same bitches you just met
Nigga I ain't got time
If the bezel ain't diamonds, presi Obama
Pool in the Bahamas, black ferragamo
Need me some condoms, we f*ckin' up commas, honest
Right now this rap shit is crackin' for me
If it didn't work out we'd be back to the streets
See life is a bitch crazier than Kelis
But I'm picturing money, my nigga say cheese
Feel fresh like Axe on me, nah y'ain't gotta put up no act for me
Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
I'm about mine, tell me is you 'bout yours?
Yeah she say I'm a dog but she down on all fours
Yeah she down on the floor cause there's money all over
Then back on the pole with it
Now I got time, cause now I got change
Shit the cup got drank and we 'bout to get high girl
What did you think?
I say God to your dress but no you ain't no saint
Shit

[Verse 3 - Trey Songz:]
You know you coming to the crib girl ain't cha
You drinking all this liquor girl ain't cha
I'm feeling on your booty girl ain't I
Show you how to have a real good time
So bust it for me, elbows on your knees
We don't care who's lookin', Mustard on the beat

[Verse 4 - Kid Ink:]
Ball hard and yo' bitch tryna reach
No it ain't my fault that she's running through the streets
Dumb blonde, got you looking like a fool nigga
Said

[Hook]

[Outro - Trey Songz & Kid Ink:]
I got all bad bitches at my table
Where them gon' do it
All this money that I can't hold
Throw some, taunt it
Only bad bitches at my table
That's all I got
Which one of y'all I'ma take home
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?



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Blunted

I got 1.5 for the blunt
Go ahead and pass me a Swisher
Blunted, blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

I got 1.5 for the red eye flight
If you tryna get high bitch just my type
Sittin' in the room full of disco lights
Pair of shades on, I'm the coolest nigga on sight
Tell 'em hide that, where the f*ck you buy that?
I can't even try that, glad I got my own shit wit me
Catch up, if it's OG match up
But you ain't got a Swisher then we ain't gon' session
This mothaf*ckin' weed so sticky
Breakin' this down get ya fingers so messy
You gon' put a hole in the blunt, keep rushin'
Shoulda used a grinder ho, then buzz check it out
You could say I'm an addict
Got a gram of the wax if you need a dab hit
Must keep it in a jar cause these niggas cabbage
What you smoke, 420 is my f*ckin' average, imagine
Blunted, blunted, know you can smell me comin'
Said blunted, blunted, everybody always like "sell me somethin'"
But this sack cost more than a 20
You can roll one of mine just wrap it like a mummy
Straight top shelf in the store
Stole the connect, now I get it for the low
So you know I got...

[Hook:]
1.5 for the blunt
Go ahead and pass me a Swisher
Smoke about a pound in a month
I don't even pay no attention
I got 1.5 for the blunt
Go ahead and pass me a Swisher
Stay blunted, blunted, blunted
Where the blunt at?
Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?
Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?
I got 1.5 for the blunt
Go ahead and pass me a Swisher
Stay...

Roll one for the niggas who fronted, for the bitches who want it
Roll one for the money, roll one to the face
That's 4 if you countin', high as a mountain, all for these ounces
Stuck in the middle of the couch with cotton mouth
I need a sip from the fountain
So gone think I left a couple nugs at ya crib
Make sure you hit a nigga when you found 'em
Blunted, blunted, me and my niggas treat weed like money
Said blunted, blunted, if I smell another seed I'm runnin'
Said, no sticks, takin' shots while you hittin' bricks
Know I got the juice and you niggas nowhere in the mix
Be consistent, what you smoke hit or miss
I roll up OG every intermish
O-OG, make a mothaf*cka OD
Hit ya body like morphine, army
Babysittin' the blunt, I'll get you a car seat
F*ck what it cost me, these dividends is all goin' to the medicine
It ain't one of the 7 sins, rollin' with these 7 grams
Sorry baby if there's weed hangin' out the end
But its...

[Hook]

Writer: Brian Collins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Allegro, Alumni Ink Publishing


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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]



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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 [?] with me
Gettin' big like [?] with me
Cleveland from 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]



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Diamonds & 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, put it up
I put you in diamonds & gold, I put it up, put it up
I put you in diamonds &

[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
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]

[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
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 the [?]
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]

[Bridge - Kid Ink:]
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]



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POV

[Intro:]
You ready? This when you see the little red light come on

[Hook:]
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
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
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

[Pre-Hook:]
Girl, I know you want it
And you know I like to see it
When you preforming, everything in POV
What's your fetish, what's your fetish girl
What's your fetish, you the only fetish girl

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
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

[Pre-Hook & Hook]

[Verse 3:]
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

[Hook x2]

[Outro:]
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
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