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100% lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown & Kevin McCall)

[Kid Ink:]

(K-K-K-K-K-Mac)

Yeah

You know I gotta keep it 100, ooh

100, it's Kid Ink (the Alumni)

Okay, I-I'm so fly, I feel like a swarm (go)

My time is money, ring the alarm (ooh)

Flip it to the ceilin', watch it do a somersault

Niggas say they run shit, I just see them runnin' out

D-Done it all, under the sun, ain't nothin' new (no)

Coming through the Westside, lookin' for the W (yeah, woo)

Still on that bullshit, I can't even utter you (go)

Money's all I talk, got a pocket full of honeydew

That'll make honey do a-anythin' I wanna

Take her by the head, Stone Cold Stunner, uh

Baby, rockin' like the wire

High out my mind, I'm a frequent flier (go)

It's CB and Tha Alumni

Got them hoes standin' at attention like a drumline

Keep it 100, I would take all of you combined

Kid Ink but I do it big, plus size (ooh)

[Kevin McCall & Kid Ink:]

G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)

Money to the ceilin', bitch, I'm in the buildin' (ceilin')

I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (tell 'em)

Money talks so don't say nothin' unless you talkin' business (woo)

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

[Kevin McCall:]

Lemme count this money

One million, two million

Put this up for my new car, save that for my baby momma

And all you bums can keep the change

Beats I be servin', Saks Fifth splurgin'

Diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, label me the virgin

I'm hot b-b-burnin', like when you leave a perm in

Everywhere I go these hoes be diggin' in they purses for a Sharpie

'Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive

Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon

Got your boy leanin', sorry if my words slurrin'

Swervin' in that DB9 on purpose

The roof disappear, call it magic like Earvin Johnson

G-Get up off my johnson, no more ridin' dick

Shawty, this ain't magic mountain

I've been killin', killin' every song that I been spittin' on

And if I ain't spittin', bet it's somethin' that I written on

Can't even say it was a long road gettin' on

Only took a year and a half and now I'm shittin' on 'em

[Kevin McCall & Kid Ink:]

G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)

Money to the ceilin', bitch, I'm in the buildin' (ceilin')

I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (tell 'em)

Money talks so don't say nothin' unless you talkin' business (woo)

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

[Chris Brown:]

Yeah, I got them bulletproof Ray Bans so haters never in my head

Money hungry good for me, yeah, I call it wheat bread

Ladies say I'm long strokin', yeah, that's what she said

Crib like a castle so I'm fuckin' on that king spread

Hahaha, big ballin', fuck a loft

And money turn me on so I had to fuck it off

Skinny ass nigga's pockets lookin' so bulimic

And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic

Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money

You askin' why I'm laughin' 'cause all of you niggas funny

And they call me Action Jackson 'cause every d-day I'm stuntin'

And I'm writin' hit songs like it's nothin'

So nigga, you buggin', frontin', what you think this is, hoe?

Paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that Chris go

Never been no sucker, no lame, mad nigga

And your flow is more watered down than a drain, ass nigga

[Kevin McCall & Kid Ink:]

G-G-Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (spend it)

Money to the ceilin', bitch, I'm in the buildin' (ceilin')

I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (tell 'em)

Money talks so don't say nothin' unless you talkin' business (woo)

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

100%, I go 100%, I go

4186 Freestyle lyrics - Kid Ink

Ayy

Yeah (Rocketshipshawty)

Yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah

Ooh-ooh, yeah (Neezy m'a dit fait du sale), ayy

Look at me now (Now)

I just sticked out of the crowd (Woah)

You niggas forgetting the style (Clear)

I ain't feel like this in a while (Woah)

You niggas been counting me out (Out)

Where you been gettin' yo' doubt? (Wait)

Hunnid K just for the smile, uh

I found that shit in the couch (Ooh)

Tell 'em I really been living that shit that you niggas just say out ya mouth

Switchin' the lanes and I'm changin' the routes

Body this shit and I bag it like Ralph's

Back in the day, I just feel like it happened

Movin' too fast, can't nobody catch him (Nyoom)

Ash, they will not last

Hittin' the gas, raising the flag

The man's downhill, forever continue

I'm tryna eat everything on the menu

They can't get nothin', not even a little

Don't try to touch it, I promise I'll end you

I torture these niggas like, "Tell me who send you"

Sittin' so high, I can not get a signal

Signal-signal, I am a loose cannon

Really ain't no tellin' what I'm fin' do

Poppin' shit is automatic

I don't hear these haters, static (What?)

Talkin' shit about my status

Wouldn't pull up to my palace, uh

Nigga I'll wait (Wait)

Here go the code to the gate (Gate)

Pussy ain't bustin' no grapes (No)

Check the security tapes (Hey)

I did this shit in a take (Woo-hoo)

There ain't no time I can waste

The game in a critical state (True)

Nobody safe (Wait)

Niggas gettin' kicked straight into the curb

All this pressure bad for my nerves

Way I been killin' 'em, I can make first

Push of the button, I just gotta say the word

Back tats, you already know the game

Backhand feel heavy with the ring

Money in the air, made it through the rain

Long shot, but you know I'm crazy with the aim

Headlock, girl, crazy with the brain

Might just check up and they all complain

I be up all night rockin' (Uh-huh)

Niggas ain't never playin' possum (Uh-huh)

Real ones know, call me Rocket (Rocket)

Name on that bitch is a profit, uh

Doin' this shit outta pocket (Uh-huh)

You can learn somethin' nigga, just watch this

This shit ain't no game

We don't work the same (No)

Verse ain't no exchange

Broke niggas complain (Hold up)

Complain all you want (Tell 'em)

Want more? Hop in front (Tell 'em)

Frontin' on me ain't nothin' (Uh)

Nothin' I need, got money (Hold up)

The fuck you just standing 'round? (Hold up)

Wearing them hand-me-downs (Hold up)

I still ain't run out of rounds (No)

I'ma keep layin' 'em down (Pow)

Look at me now

I just sticked out of the crowd

You niggas forgetting the style, uh

I ain't feel like this in a while (One time)

You niggas been counting me out, uh (Countin')

Where you been gettin' yo' doubt? Uh (Wait)

Hunnid K just for the smile, uh

I found that shit in the couch

Rocketshipshawty (Woo)

Bad Habit lyrics - Kid Ink

I know we haven't really talked

And we don't always get along

But you got what I like, you got what I like

I know you got choices all in your DM

Brand new niggas tryna be a new friend

But I got what you like

Until you find some brand new

Gotta stick to what you used to

Girl you know I'm calling for you

Pull up, you know imma come thru

Until you find some new

No, no, nothing wrong

We're doing what we do what we use to, babe

I got what you like

'Cause baby you my bad habit

But you know I ain't mad at it

'Cause can nobody love you, babe

Do you like I do you, babe

'Cause baby you my bad habit

You know I ain't mad at it

'Cause can nobody love you, babe

You might let them take you out

But you still come home and get me with they waited for

Me what they paying for

'Cause I know your body

You just talking to them 'cause baby, I'm not around

Baby I'm out of town

I know we got differences

But we agree on this everytime

Until you find some brand new

Gotta stick to what you used to

Girl you know I'm calling for you

Pull up, you know imma come thru

Until you find some new

No, no, nothing wrong

We're doing what we do what we use to, babe

I got what you like

'Cause baby you my bad habit

But you know I ain't mad at it

'Cause can nobody love you, babe

Do you like I do you, babe

'Cause baby you my bad habit

You know I ain't mad at it

'Cause can nobody love you, babe

Woo, yeah

Ah, ah

Oh yeah, woo

Until you find some

Bats Fly lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Rory Fresco)

CashMoney AP

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Guys, okay, this came out amazing

Woo, soon as I step in this bitch

Let them racks fly

Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly

Smoke, peas like black eye

Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)

I'ma let the bats fly

Killin' shit just like the bad guy

Woo, soon as I step in this bitch

Let them racks fly

Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly

Smoke, peas like black eye

Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)

I'ma let the bats fly

Killin' shit just like the bad guy

Woah, bitch, call me if it's [?]

Just don't call me Kid (No)

I do shit too big (Ayy)

THC, no cig (Smoke), all you smoke is mid

Take my hat, this [?] (Ayy)

They don't sell this shit at lease, either

Chips in my pocket, no chip in my shoulder

Still the same niggas from back in the [?] (Ayy)

Sleepin' on me, you must be in the coma

Told all my niggas the game and it's over (Over)

Police keep pullin' over, they checking the back of the trunk

All they see is a motor

Heard I was killing these niggas

Bad guy, I don't need a [?] (No)

Don't need a [?] assist

Know that it's summer but I got a million to wrist (Wrist)

Close up in e-intimate

We only see you when you on the e-internet

Shit could get ignorant

God, please, forgive me, I see it again (God)

Came from the ceiling, feelin' so limitless

Off of that pill again

Ayy, up all night like insomniacs (Woo)

Ayy, mix the water with the party packs (Yeah)

Ayy, I'm the truth, check your polygraph

Ayy, if they say I did it, then it's probably facts

Woo, soon as I step in this bitch

Let them racks fly

Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly

Smoke, peas like black eye

Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)

I'ma let the bats fly

Killin' shit just like the bad guy

Woo, soon as I step in this bitch

Let them racks fly

Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly

Smoke, peas like black eye

Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)

I'ma let the bats fly

Killin' shit just like the bad guy

Middle finger to the other side

If it's money, I can't let you slide

Bitch, slippery wet (Oh)

I ain't hit nothin' but net (No)

Foot on they neck (Wait)

Niggas ain't even a threat

Back on the track and I'm running this shit

Milli', I need a hundred this year

You scared of the money, I show 'em no fear

Show up, you know it's a family affair

See, I got all of my niggas here

I'm number 1 but I'm with a 10

But she know I ain't no minute man (No)

I get shit off and I'm in it again

Nigga, your time is up (Up)

Had a lil' fun, but we see your kind enough (Ayy)

You be online too much, lyin' too much (Wait)

Only in God we trust

Bat gang, bat gang, bat gang

We all rock the same chain

Throwin' paper, airplanes

Baby, I can't complain (Woo)

Woo, soon as I step in this bitch

Let them racks fly

Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly

Smoke, peas like black eye

Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)

I'ma let the bats fly

Killin' shit just like the bad guy

Woo, soon as I step in this bitch

Let them racks fly

Walk up in your shit with my whole clique, we let them bats fly

Smoke, peas like black eye

Run up on me, get black eyed (Brrt)

I'ma let the bats fly

Killin' shit just like the bad guy

Big Burna lyrics - Kid Ink & Wiz Khalifa

[*lighter flicks*]

I...I...ism

Wooooo!

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Kid Ink

Big burna

Smoke fire like the furnace

Reggie blunts I just curve 'em

To the left baby don't fuck the turn up

Frontos no more backwood

Out of Cali know the pack good

Put the blunt to the lips when she run her mouth

No sticks smell a seed, better throw it out

4:20 on the rollie

Cut the leaf like shinobi

Never lowkey

We be high up in the nosebleeds

Goin OT

Sweatsuit feelin' cozy

Rockshipshawty the chiefa

I walk in this bitch smell like carti and reefa

Just watch how you hit it lil bae that's a sleeper

She call when she needa...

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

She wanna get up in the car with Khalifa

Don't blow up her phone I just call when I need her

Yellow gold with the chrome

Matching all foreign features

Put her down on all fours

On the floor

That's what her knees for

Pick it up stick your tongue out

Lick it up

You a lesbian tonight you want dick or what

He a lame I'm a boss

Tell him give it up

One night this your life

Girl give it up

Pour drink sip it up

Bomb weed twist it up

I'ma pimp he a trick tell him spend it up

I got bitches like doctors got stitches

And I always keep one in the cut

Telling me you miss me

Send a picture of it

Anytime I shoot my shot

I'ma hit it: buckets!

Telling me I do it better than your nigga does it

You fuckin wit a...

Hahahahaa

Ugh!

Khalifa man

And if I put you on game

You game for life

You ain't my muthafuckin' wife

Hahahaha

Ugh!

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Big burna baby

Big burna, daze of burna

Blowin Swishers lyrics - Kid Ink

Yeeaah, Uh

Come in where I wanna

Eyes wide shut, clothes reek of marijuana

It's stuffy up in here, got it looking like a sauna

Smoking kills, Terminator, you can call it Sarah Conner

Got you coughing, like you got a cold nigga

Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers

Man and I'm high as hell

Yeah my life is like a movie hope you got a still

I'm ill mufucka, I don't need a meal

But my pockets got the munchies and feed em well

Why your money lookin like it's on the diet pill?

I can eyeball that, I ain't gotta scale

Split it down, dump it nigga

Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers

And I'm tryna smoke with all of y'all

Rolling papers, man I feel like a ball hog

I can't pass that the way I hit

That's only one round, Mike Tyson

Ain't no papers in my house, I don't write shit

But your bitch is prolly here on a nightshift

Baby stop by the store, but I don't need liquor

Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers

Cause I'mma get you high tonight

Once you learn how to roll, it's a riding bike

Said I'm over niggas heads on Cloud 9

Fuck what you got, my nigga smell mine

This ain't a art gallery, why everybody starin'?

Got a house full of bunnies where the fuck is Anna Faris?

I'm in the cut, you can keep your Rizla's

Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers

And I don't wanna hear that it tastes good

One hit of this, you feel it and your face good

We cookin baby you can meet me over here

Got everybodys eyes lookin' medium rare

How I'm comin on the beat is fucking really unfair

See the haters talk shit, but I really don't care

You can all suck a dick and feel it in your throat nigga

Fuck you doin? Blowin swishers

Bom Bom lyrics - Kid Ink

Know you see me sitting on the cloud high

Fresh up out the kitchen

Broke that bitch right up on that counter top

Me and Mary Jane, Bloody Mary's in the mirror

Say my name three times, I'll be there with that killer

Can you smell what we smoking on

Let me break it down, nugget size of a poke-ball

Doctor Green Thumb

Swear just one pick up have your finger

Feeling like the back side of a sticker

Only rolling (Bom Bom), need a swisher

Shawty says she got a pom pom

She ain't right now girl, it don't matter to me

No subtraction, tell 'em I'm a addict baby, ugh

It feels like I'm in a daze, my mind in a haze

You can see it in my ways uhh

But we do this everyday, anybody got a problem wit it

You know what I'm saying ah

Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up

Get right to it, you ain't even gotta ask

You know what the fuck I'm doing

I roll it like a diploma, high up

Trying not to fall in a kush coma, yeah (Yeah)

Second hand smoke, just from the aroma, yeah (Yeah)

Smell that loud niggas telling me to tone it down

Ugh got a nigga barely moving

Stoned like I've been eye fucking with Medusa

Right to the medulla, nah this ain't a Cuban

But it make your blunt look skinny like a q-tip

We-we-we blowing up bombs

So just relax, sit back and kick off your toms

You're looking for the light, I got it like Tron

Ain't nobody on the level that I'm on, ugh

It feels like I'm in a daze, my mind in a haze

You can see it in my ways uhh

But we do this everyday, anybody got a problem wit it

You know what I'm saying ah

Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up, Roll up

Get right to it, you ain't even gotta ask

You know what the fuck I'm doing

Broken Promises lyrics - Kid Ink

(Yeah)

You... Don't... Want the trouble (hah hah)

I see you talkin',

Can't hear cuz the music loud,

Look up & everybody's doin' music now

Know we hustle, stick together like a uni brow

But every time your niggas see me,

I be lookin' down

Cuz I remember way back when,

Ya'll niggahs tryna B-D way back then

And I was up all night, no restin'

And now u tryna steal my dreams like inception

But you'll wake up soon,

Tick tick boom all the way ya you

Ima bout to blow up, C4 niggah

Hear me singin', fuck u like Cee Lo niggah

Cuz all I see CB4 Spitters

Everybody think they gotta "need no spirit"

Just seems like paris got

Little niggahs lookin at me like parents

I'm obviously was appearin'

Tell em they can never seize my appearance

Stay High, Ima airhead

Know we came a long way from a airbed

Junior high, niggah couldn't get a pair of Jay's

Now I can fuck anything with a pair of legs

Say a word? I ain't gotta say a word

My name is... she say it first

Gettin paid, just to say a verse

I'm grateful that I ain't have to see a Hurse

And neither did my best mans

But I can still count my friends on my left hand

Life's a test, feels more like a pop quiz

So you better pay attention 'fore you cop shit

Too hot in the kitchen niggah hop step

I be up inside that bitch like top chef

And if I can give any advice,

You gotta fuck up 'fore you get shit right

Just when it feels like every things getting promising

Now I need a cast for all these broken promises

Gotta stay ready, get set

Tryna make it through the storm like the dailyest catch

I'm in the building but they really expect

Cuz I see a couple rats got cheese need traps

A couple naps now I'm eatin up the track

Sound so sweet but I'm going for the plack

And if you ain't following me get a map

Bout to roll up motherfucker,

Get a match, uh

Buck Wild lyrics - Kid Ink

Mr. Sean Brown

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I brought the gang with us

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, bust it down

Buck & Wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it, fuck it up

Puffing out your chest (yeah)

Stretched to the [?]

Baby working out and flex

Why we fuck it, fuck it up?

I go porno with the check, ayy

Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast

Sitting on them hills, I [?] up, don't need no telly (no)

Seen your big ol' ass but that waist is like [?] (woah)

Tell me what's the charge like car, like I'm Nelly

Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)

Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)

They lie enough, in funds I trust

Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust

Hit the button, leave the dust

Baby, know I'm in a rush to see you

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, bust it down

Buck & Wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side

Don't be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies

Can't deny where I'm from, L.A. city I [?]

No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot

Hold it, hold it down, I'm it fuck around and drown, yeah

Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah

Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown

Say, my name and that money hold weight

Pound cake

Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush

Rock and [?], stuff

With that Mac for [?]

Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I'm pulling on her feefi

Going ape shit like [?], watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, bust it down

Buck & Wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Cana lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. 24hrs)

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, oh, ooh

Oh, oh, oh

Tropicana

Baby, can I?

I got, I got, I got Tropicana

When I come into the spot they go Bananas

Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice

See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

I got, I got, I got Tropicana

When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer

Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice

See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

Pour me up a four four

Drop it down and lean Ah

See you body cocoa

You tannin in that bikin-ah

Tappin on that Ass While I'm tappin this tequila

Knackin' actin Sister Sister with yo friend you must be Tia

Everytime I pull out what I smoke look like Irie doe

And everytime we party like my nigga just got free tho

We might not see the same world look different thru my Dita's

These hoes is all the same so I act different when I meet em

Switchin it up

Suicide watch, wrist with the cuts

Watch how I bust

Baby, you been with the shits and don't bother to flush

Sprayin the Dom, Bat is the gang and you know that we up to the sun

King of the city out in LA and I feel like LeBron

I got I got I got Tropicana

When I come into the spot they go Bananas

Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice

See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

I got I got I got Tropicana

When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer

Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice

See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

[24hrs:]

Ooh Hoola Hoop Diamonds

Billboard 20 yeah 20 keep climbing

Ooh play my shit

Yeah everybody know Kid Ink got hits

Ooh Lambo Fast (huh)

Racked up shawty with the digital dash (huh)

Drinkin a Stella (huh)

Mason Margiela say I'm a good fella (huh)

Baby go spend it that pussy amazing I got no limit

I'm in it to win it

20 I'm off to Denace the Menace

She made me breakfast

Eggs and Grits wit a Tropicana

I'm on the bottom

Better angle for the camera

Miss Tropicana body tastes like Yogurt

Miss Tropicana know that she do Yoga

Miss Tropicana got stripes like she a Bengal

Miss Tropicana know all of the angles

[Kid Ink:]

I got I got I got Tropicana

When I come into the spot they go Bananas

Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice

See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

I got I got I got Tropicana

When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer

Head down to my shoe, drippin like the juice

See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

Champion lyrics - Kid Ink

Champion

Uh, I got a plan hit 'em with the switcher

Need my name at the top when you pour the list up

Everyday I treat the game like it's just a pickup

Treat a hundred for the club like it's just a pickup

Follow my pride and I did it all without a hiccup

Momma glad, tell me why you mad? Go get you a snicker

And when I tell my story it ain't for you to get sentimental

Where's the motivate? Gotta hussle like tha late great (Great)

Champion

I'm a champion

Champion

I'm a champion

Take another hit then I'm blowing down your fortress

Biggie with the .44 coming up your doorstep

Place so big gotta eat it with a forklift

Still tryna get richer, teacher told me to have more sense

I'm going in (goin' in), great number one like my Jordans

Once I get that trophy I'ma pour in it

Ride around the city doing tours with it

I'm still here, ten toes down to the floor with it (Tell 'em)

Champion

I'm a champion

Champion

I'm a-

Wait

Not just me but the whole team did it

Go and get them fitted

Tell 'em that's my word, either you rock with it or lean with it

Put a rich to your plans, you and all of your mans

Never had no shit, you never had no chance

Butter up that will, watch me slide it for the win

Head up to the stands, blessings amen

Restless, caged in

Watch when I'm lose

I will not lose

Y'all better move

Champion

I'm a champion

Champion

I'm a champion

Copy That lyrics - Kid Ink

You can catch me with the possé

Riding right behind me

Everybody in no matter where the cops be

Tell my bitch that she don't need a job like Tommy

Sit behind the rope feeling like Jim Ross

Only nigga that you know

In your city selling out the fucking show

Curtain closed on you nigga, just a joke

I been sitting sky high

Blunt full of fire, neck full of dry ice

It's Alumni army, copy that

Batgang in this bitch, where Ozzy at?

Biting heads off of all competition

Selling niggas game, I need all my commission

Listen

Keep it real baby, can't nobody fool me

In my own lane now I'm going full speed

Ain't alone, no I came with the full team

Ain't nobody in the way, I'm going full speed

I'm a young gunner, can't stop, won't stop

On a mission nigga, missionary on top

Rap radio killer, it's an onslaught

Feel like I'm looking in the mirror, get your own style

You're used to them lames, won't comment on it

Know you never seen this many bottles coming

Baby I'm the man, you should know about me

Throwing ones, I can't even see the floor around me

Tell the waitress I need change

One night with me your life will never be the same

Bitch I'm just flexing and finessing

With my main chick and my two niggas Smith and Wesson

Keep it real baby, can't nobody fool me

In my own lane now I'm going full speed

Ain't alone, no I came with the full team

Ain't nobody in the way, I'm going full speed

Dead Wrong lyrics - Kid Ink

(Benjamin and Pil)

Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong

I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy

Know we made it through the bad zone

I don't wanna hear no sad songs

Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong

It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy

Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon

But I ain't gon' be playin' fair long

Came into this shit without no big homie (Woo)

Watch 'em disappear, they couldn't bet on me

Made it to the top, but shit was real lonely

Ain't nobody show us nothin', engine still roarin'

Where the pressure? I don't stress it, never see me foldin'

Bustin' down the zaza, I gotta keep it rollin'

Yeah, twistin' up, but the bitch straight

We already made a million of a mixtape

World tourin', label askin' how we doin' this

Never had no handouts, had to prove this shit

Yeah, I made a couple moves I wouldn't do again

Please forgive me for my foolishness, still new to this

Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong

I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy

Know we made it through the bad zone

I don't wanna hear no sad songs

Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong

It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy

Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon

But I ain't gon' be playin' fair long

Get that shit by any means, yeah

Got a family and some kids to feed

On the way, I ain't mean to make no enemies

You ain't gotta say it, I can feel your energy, ayy

Interviews, playin' politics, I'm tired of this

Tried to put me on the shelf like some condiments

I just got up off the phone with my bottom bitch

Told that nigga let it go and keep it bottled in

Niggas act like they don't know, but that's a big bluff

Watch 'em come right back around like they missed us

I ain't trippin', knew this shit was just a hiccup

Now the clip fully loaded, got this shit tucked

Sorry if you feel like I was dead wrong

I'm just tryna keep my head on, ayy

Know we made it through the bad zone

I don't wanna hear no sad songs

Sorry if the shit I say is dead wrong

It's the part that we ain't plan on, ayy

Ain't a lap, bitch, this a marathon

But I ain't gon' be playin' fair long

Do It For LA (LAFC Anthem) lyrics - DJ Flict, Kid Ink & B-Real

Woo

It's game time

One time for the 3252

Y'all know what it is

City of Angels

Ya we gone do it for LA

"LA"

I love this city go LA

"LA"

LAFC all day all day all day

Kickin fire to the flame

"Kick the Fire"

Ya we gone do it for LA

"LA"

I love this city go LA

"LA"

LAFC all day all day all day

Ya we gone do it for LA

Ya we gone do it for LA

With the Clique

LA on the fitted

All black tee long live Nipsey

Palm trees

Hundred degrees

Baby came here for the summer and they leave

Know the dream need the cup and the ring

On a PJ with the team we ain't sitting by the wing

Hit the block like a 96 Impala

See what's tatted on my body

Ya we gone do it for LA

"LA"

I love this city go LA

"LA"

LAFC all day all day all day

Kickin fire to the flame

"Kick the Fire"

Ya we gone do it for LA

"LA"

I love this city go LA

"LA"

LAFC all day all day all day

Ya we gone do it for LA

Ya we gone do it for LA

Home of the stars

The candy cars the game is ours

You want the glory you know the story one common cause

Bring home the title

Yea we hold it up in celebration

Run the flag high

Ain't know need for conversation

LA city the city of champions if you feel me

Everybody make some noise yea we in the building

Champagne spilling

The thrill of victory

LAFC it's history

Ya we gone do it for LA

"LA"

I love this city go LA

"LA"

LAFC all day all day all day

Kickin fire to the flame

"Kick the Fire"

Ya we gone do it for LA

"LA"

I love this city go LA

"LA"

LAFC all day all day all day

Ya we gone do it for LA

Ya we gone do it for LA

Down 4 lyrics - Kid Ink

Uhh speakers up, loud weed

Rollin in the back seat

Smokin on that loud seed

The clouds in my back seat

I just want that

I just want that

Money like an athlete

Say that I'm the realest nigga

Here if you ask me

Uhh, yea I'm on fire

Come and ash me

Just crept in feelin

Greater than your Gatsby

You ain't gotta

You ain't gotta, gas me

High out the galaxy

No gravity

But I can feel her grabbin me

Shawty wanna little bit

Yeaa uhh take her home

Homicide

Kill that shit tempurpedic

I spill that shit still baby

You can feel that shit

Drippin down your legs

I'm about to go in I hope you

Ready for it

Uhhhh it ain't hard to tell

I gotta question for you

I ain't really into guessing

So just tell me what you down for

Tell me what you down for

Tell me what you down for

Tell me what you down for

This ain't nothin new

Baby you should come around more

We could have a good time

That's what she around for

Tell me what you down for

Tell me what you down for

Tell me what you down

Fooooorrrr, yeaaaahhh

We can get into it

I tell her I said turn the speakers up

Now we don't give a fuck

Blunt lit one hit go me on some good shit

Bat tat tat batgang what it is bitch

Four B's up you can tell' em big business

Uh, know we run it like spreets

Bet a hunit that your mans he can't do it like this

Bet his wrist ain't blueish like crips

Rozay blood gang, take a sip & a sue

Damn you got me talking crazy, looking for some action, let conversation

Acting like you basic, you knew when you wore that, that I was gonna holla

So baby girl just call back, I need all that, now

Uhh speakers up, loud weed

Rollin in the back seat

Smokin on that loud seed

The clouds in my back seat

I just want that

I just want that

Money like an athlete

Say that I'm the realest nigga

Here if you ask me

Yeah, we can get into it

Yeah, we can get into it

Yeah, we can get into it

Egh

I said gon' get into girl, show me how you do it girl

Gon' get into girl, show me how you do it ugh

FCUKIZYOUDOIN lyrics - Kid Ink

I just heard DZL on the beat

Rocket Ship Shawty

Fuck is you doin'?

Ayy, comin' in hot

Fresh out the bubbling pot

Throw me the rock

I pull my weight like The Rock

You can't even hold down your block

Fuck is you doin'?

Say that your whip out the lot

You prolly live on the side

Do pickups and not

Tryna get chicks from the bar

Bitch only gave you a star (Wait)

Fuck is you doin'?

Ayy, talkin' 'bout drip

I could buy all of your chains with one of my wrists, ayy

Shine like December, look at you like one of my kids

Fuck is you doin'?

Ayy, check all the stats

No, I'm not one to brag, this is just facts

Helped put the shit on the map

You just been settin' it back

Fuck is you doin'?

Indica, heavy

Smell like you smoking on Reggie

Backwood is fatter than settie

Your blend is thin as spaghetti

Just keep your shit to the left

I'm high, you're just high in debt

I don't do behind your back, ayy

I say it direct (Wait)

Fuck is you doin'?

Ayy, I'ma tell you like a bro

You need more control of your hoes

She all in the 'Gram with no clothes

Pussy popping, it's striking a pose

I hope that you hittin' a lick

You better be gettin' a check

I heard that you takin' the pics (Woah)

Fuck is you doin?

Man, it's a shame

Most of these niggas is strange

Won't ever change, eh

Say that they bang

But they ain't never been with the gang

Fuck is you doin'?

I stayed the same

You should just stay in your lane, sit with the lames

Heard that you been throwing shots

Need to go work on your aim

Go hit the range

How could you miss me

I'm running the city like Ricky

Just living my life like a hippie

You ain't make a move 'cause you iffy

The time is still ticking

The fuck is you doin'?

I'ma make sure they remember me

You just gon' end up a memory

How could we really be friends when you still go fuck with the enemy?

Fuck is you doin'?

Nah, that ain't really my energy

All the real niggas, they feeling me

I take a shot, like I'm in a [?]

The addy, it boost my abilities, wooh, ayy

I just stepped into my zone

Lately, I feel like the GOAT

Niggas ain't on what I'm on, you're just a clone

Fuck is you doin'?

Ayy, boy get a grip

Say, that you toting a stick

But money ain't as long as a clip

Bitch, fuck is you doin'?

Repping the city of bronze

Ever since, I put my show, been balling like Yoann

And the blunt it so funky like cumin

I come with the lap, booming

You feeling the moment

The flow is so silly, it's stupid

You take any eight of my verses

I walk in the bank and I load it

You tryna fit in like a groupie

Fuck is you doin'?

Feel It lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Los & Meek Mill)

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

So you can feel it

You can turn me up

I got a bottle on me

Shots on three, Can you feel it?

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, I could feel it on the way, never fray

In the building like, this is where I stay

My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate

Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uhh

Now let me see you shake your body off tempo

Your body so cold and I can see all of the symptoms

If you come into my section, you ain't even gotta mention

It's about a couple bitches, bag of Swishas on my niggas and we

Getting it, you should come and feel this

Live the sweet life, need a filling

Take a hit then inhale and release

Gotta pocket full of trees, baby we ain't gotta leave till you feel it

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

So you can feel it

You can turn me up

I got a bottle on me

Shots on three, Can you feel it?

[LoS:]

Let's go baby

I told her honey how you feel?

If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you

In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh

My watch be winking at you, my link be blowing kisses

Yea bitch I'm blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes

I'm swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow

My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow

I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard

If I post up on this, she'll be sending you post cards

She love how fucking a celebrity feel

I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel

I'm definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills

And we be rolling rolling blowing strong

Going going going, gone

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

So you can feel it

You can turn me up

I got a bottle on me

Shots on three, Can you feel it?

[Milli Millz:]

Uh uh, Ho you don't feel it when I guess you paraplegic

Start sunning niggas, I think I'm playing with Phoenix

And I'm balling with my shot like I'm Gilbert Arenas

And I'm breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus

Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up

Clothes stay hotter than furnace, they waiting on me like hurry up

Yea, I'm on the web like Charlotte

Don't panic, don't clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets

She's like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti

Talking bout the game, in a pocket like polly

And all my niggas that he ride with, chrome

Put that metal to your side like an iPhone 4

And that's when you

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

Can you feel it?

You can turn me up

So you can feel it

You can turn me up

I got a bottle on me

Shots on three, Can you feel it?

Feels Good To Be Up lyrics - Kid Ink

I hope you ready to go

We in the fast lane, lettin' it blow

Movin' it full speed, foot to the floor

Now can't nobody catch me

I ain't tryna brag, get the message

I took a seat in the back, but now I'm front of the lens

I swear if they only knew, knew, just what we been (through)

Made a couple of moves, and lost a couple of friends

The only thing that ain't changed is bein' me to the end

And I keep a team watching my back

Ride or die watching my stacks

If I throw it all in the air

Promise she won't know how to act

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

I gotta keep a bank roll, kicks on my toes

Somethin' that you've prolly never seen

I gotta keep a bad chick, ass fat as her lips

Damn girl you know just what I need

You know I gotta keep it movin' all night, know the timin' is right

All these bottles, man, she never gon' leave

I've been down but it feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Okay, the moment is right

Take time as I walk through the light

Look around, ain't nobody in sight, that do what I do

I came from nothin' at all so tell me, what can I lose?

They tell me go hard or go home in the city where I'm from

I'ma scream loud and proud 'til there's no air in my lungs

Man feels good to be up, patron up in my cup

No care in the world, I ain't scared of nothin'

I keep a hundred ones in my lap

Keep it rollin' like craps

If I throw it all in the air

Bet I make it all back

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

I gotta keep a bank roll, kicks on my toes

Somethin' that you've prolly never seen

I gotta keep a bad chick, ass fat as her lips

Damn girl you know just what I need

You know I gotta keep it movin' all night, know the timin' is right

All these bottles, man, she never gon' leave

I've been down but it feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

I started from nothin' it's alright

Now that we on can't tell me nothin' bout mine

You ain't know I started from nothin' it's alright

Now that we on can't tell me nothin' bout mine

You ain't know I took a seat in the back but now I'm front of the lens

If they only knew, knew, just what we been (through)

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

Man it feels good to be up

I gotta keep a bank roll, kicks on my toes

Somethin' that you've prolly never seen

I gotta keep a bad chick, ass fat as her lips

Damn girl you know just what I need

You know I gotta keep it movin' all night, know the timin' is right

All these bottles, man, she never gon' leave

I've been down but it feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Feels good to be up

Fired Up lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Styles P)

[Kid Ink:]

Said I ain't tryna put no pressure but this high last forever

I ain't tryna put no pressure but this high... (I Said)

It don't matter the time, I spark it

If you really wanna get high, I spark it

Light Up The Whole Place, I spark It

See them Bottles Comin My Way, I spark it

Right before I burn it down

Stay fired up, burn one

Stay Fired up (yeah)

You know that, you know that

I stay fired up, burn one

Stay Fired up (yeah)

You know that, you know

When it comes to the dro (that's what I know)

When it comes to the hoes (that's what I know)

When it comes to the drinks (that's what I know)

When it comes to the bank (that's what I know)

When it comes to the dro (that's what I know)

When it comes to the hoes (that's what I know)

When it comes to the drinks (that's what I know)

When it comes to the bank (that's what I know)

Yup

That's what I know

That kush, that's what I blow

That Ten, that's my ho

This life, that's what I chose

Got the city all on my back, team from on my hat

It's just me and my posse on the broadway like CATS (Hol up)

Bitch! Lights Out, I don't even know what the hype 'bout

I ain't been high since sixteen, when I use to hang in the sixties

Bet them motherfuckas miss me, now a nigga ball like six rings

Tryna take off to the moon, just hit up my phone

And call me rocketship, Shawty Opposite of them guys you with, honestly

This life I live will make you feel like you was fucking omniscient

I ain't promising that, you gon like it

But really open your eyelids, we fired up right here

I said

It don't matter the time, I spark it

If you really wanna get high, I spark it

Light Up The Whole Place, I spark It

See them Bottles Comin My Way, I spark it

Right before I burn it down

Stay fired up, burn one

Stay Fired up (yeah)

You know that, you know that

I stay fired up, burn one

Stay Fired up (yeah)

You know that, you know

[Styles P:]

Roll up, park it up

I roll up, spark it up

So dope, so rap

Everything to tear the market up

Get fly, get high

Chocolate Diesel just to get by

Girl scout cookies, six five

Ghost in the shit, and the shit lie

Me and my niggas like the flavor strain

Make a lot of money, watch your neighbors change

Switch to computer, watch the data change

All of my guns come with the laser aim

Daytime, we spark it up

Night time, we spark it up

Juice Bar, we Bark it up

Drop the body roll a carpet up

Ghost in, roll the carpets out

Red ones, match my eyes

Yeah niggah, [?]

It don't matter the time, I spark it

If you really wanna get high, I spark it

Light Up The Whole Place, I spark It

See them Bottles Comin My Way, I spark it

Right before I burn it down

Stay fired up, burn one

Stay Fired up (yeah)

You know that, you know that

I stay fired up, burn one

Stay Fired up (yeah)

You know that, you know

When it comes to the dro (that's what I know)

When it comes to the hoes (that's what I know)

When it comes to the drinks (that's what I know)

When it comes to the bank (that's what I know)

Burn One

Go Ahead And Burn One

Nigga

Burn one

Fly 2 Mars lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Rory Fresco)

(Got it on smash)

(OG Parker)

[Rory Fresco:]

Let's do it (Yeah)

I go hard (I go hard)

And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)

Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)

You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)

High as stars (Stars), okay

Go fly to Mars (Mars), okay

Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge), okay

Okay, let's start (Yeah)

[Kid Ink:]

I go hard

Green Goyard (Yeah)

Valencia Park, ayy

My planet's Mars, ayy, but I'm the man up in this bitch

I brought sand to the beach, brought Gucci sandals on that bitch (Yeah)

Now you know who rolled the blunt, so don't be tamperin' with that shit (Woah)

One more shot of '42 and she'll be dancing on that dick (Go)

All them hoes with you like that shit, there's a Prancer in your clique (Hey)

See what's dancing on my wrist (Wrist), this a Rollie, shit don't, bitch

[Rory Fresco:]

Let's do it (Yeah)

I go hard (I go hard)

And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)

Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)

You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)

High as stars (Stars), okay

Go fly to Mars (Mars), okay

Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge), okay

Okay, let's start, ayy (Let's go)

Pullin' up in a Rolls Ghost (Uh), put it in park (Okay)

Diamonds don't need no flash on it, they shine in the dark (In the dark)

My shit bite, no bark (Bark)

I'm talking 'bout big bite just like shark (Shark)

These niggas never play they part

They yellin', runnin' they mouth like narcs (Like narcs)

Yeah, yeah, hold up, yeah

I heard the pack just touched down, nigga, roll up (Roll some' up)

She said she wanna lick me up and down like a Fruit Roll-Up

Wherever I go to, they know us (Know us)

'Nother shot to the head, pour up (Throw up)

I ain't never been scared

Let's do it (Yeah, let's go)

I go hard (I go hard)

And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)

Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)

You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)

High as stars (Stars), okay

Go fly to Mars (Mars), okay

Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge), okay

Okay, let's start (Ayy, okay, let's start)

[Kid Ink:]

We make all this shit happen with no love, ayy

Came up out the dirt, nigga, with no dust, ayy

Keep it G, the real ones always show love, ayy

Ask around the city, yeah, they know cuz

Ayy, run in the bank

Running the game, don't fumble the flame (No)

I'm comin' through, better stay in your lane (Ayy)

You see the Z on the 'Vette, ain't the same (Skrrt)

Call me Patrón, I'm the head of the game

Give me a shot and I'm lettin' it bang (Bang)

Talk to these bitches in nothin' but slang

Couple of y'all and she dance in the rain (Ooh)

I go hard with it, you just got hard feelings (Buster)

They talk like star witness, I pull up in all my fitness

Just tryna mind my business

We blowin' blunts, no kisses (Mwah)

Swim in that dough like fishes

Watch how I do it

[Rory Fresco:]

Let's do it (Yeah)

I go hard (I go hard)

And let these fuck niggas tell it, woo (Tell it)

Yeah, I'm not no star (Not no star)

You ridin' in a rental, that's not your car, okay (Skrrt, skrrt)

High as stars (Stars)

Go fly to Mars (Mars)

Bitch, I'm in charge (Charge)

Okay, let's start

Yeah, yeah, hold up (Hold up), yeah

(Got it on smash)

(Rocketship Shawty)

Full Speed lyrics - Kid Ink

I'm ridin' round with the windows up (up)

Doin' a hunit on the dashboard (go)

Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)

Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)

I said you might need a telescope (yeah)

If you tryna see where we goin' (go)

Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)

Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)

I said can't nobody catch up, I ain't tryna come off cocky

This is more of a confession how we made it through the struggle

Had a bunch of learning lessons, I ain't never buy the phone

But I hope you get the message, I'm...

Lookin' left and right, hoping everything pans out

Always had my foot in, never had no handouts

See, I work for everything, married to the game, no wedding ring

You can tell 'em we made it here at last like Etta James

Yeah, shine brighter than ever before

See the light gold drippin' like a waterfall

We movin' at a steady flow

Roll, just let me know when you ready to go (go)

I'm ridin' 'round with the windows up (up)

Doin' a hundred on the dashboard (go)

Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)

Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)

I said you might need a telescope (yeah)

If you tryna see where we goin' (go)

Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)

Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)

I said can't nobody stop me

Flame on, got to burn it down in the hot seat

Never slowin' up with the windows shut

No wind, just AC, wish somebody would race me (yeah)

Out of here, hop in and we adios

Who winning, it's obvious

Them other dudes ain't even close

I can show you things, show you things you ain't even know

Speedin' down the fast lane, I don't know what it mean to coast

Now I'm higher than ever before

In the clouds, lookin' for the star of the show

We, movin' at a steady flow

Roll, just let me know when you ready to go

I'm ridin' round with the windows up (up)

Doin' a hunit on the dashboard (go)

Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)

Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)

I said you might need a telescope (yeah)

If you tryna see where we goin' (go)

Feelin' like can't nobody catch me (no)

Headed to the top, baby, full speed (ahead)