KID INK feat. YG – What They Doin’

The game don’t change, turn cold,
I swear these niggas lames, fucking clowns,
I don’t understand why they think it’s okay
They gonna make me turn back to my old ways.
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? Disrespecting the code,
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? Disrespecting the code.

Okay, the game don’t change, got a quarter back,
Set back then it cut incision, it’s a heart attack.
I’m what the world made me and this is no effect,
I got a mean attitude and my girl is bad.
Okay, back to do it big, all caps,
Going hard is no effect, higher out of contact.
Barely conscious, you don’t take it out of context,
Give you niggas a complex, just being honest.

I can’t take no more, more money, more fake niggas,
If you got a problem it’s going down like ray digits.
Try to ride my lane with me while I’m still paving
Go check your history book, I’m about to write another page in
And I’m gone.

The game don’t change, turn cold,
I swear these niggas lames, fucking clowns,
I don’t understand why they think it’s okay
They gonna make me turn back to my old ways.
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? Disrespecting the code,
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? Disrespecting the code.

Ass up, bitch fresh down,
Gone nuts, I’m trying to bust like a gray hound,
Bitch, get over here, put your face down,
She said that she ain’t no bitch, welcome to H town.
Tell them bitches about my bitches, count my pockets, she wet.
When your daddy was a jig saw how he feel about that?
That’s to hate him more, check your navigation,
All my niggas trip, we need child relations.
I’m for bout here, nigga, really, really, really low.
Niggas gang banging and bitches let their titties show.
I’m in the foolies, though, like neighborhood,
Hundred thousand dollars Porche parked in your neighborhood.
I’m fucking host, my money staking,
Niggas be funny acting, I call it barney making.
Your swagger take your hood, nigga fake it on asses
Nigga fishy like the floor, act a station.

The game don’t change, turn cold,
I swear these niggas lames, fucking clowns,
I don’t understand why they think it’s okay
They gonna make me turn back to my old ways.
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? Disrespecting the code,
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? What they doin?
What they doin? Disrespecting the code.

KID INK feat. Devin Cruise – Weekend

Woke up this morning thinking about the other night
Trying to do it all again, like every day is the weekend.
Some say it’s a problem, I ain’t really worried about it,
Trying to party over here, like every day is the weekend.

No, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,
Stay turned up, like every day is the weekend.
No, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,
Let’s turn it up, like every day is the weekend.

Yeah, Monday to Sunday,
Red coppers and runaways, got three girls like the runaways.
I’m taking shots, back I, caught that, gun play.
Shades on, no sunrays, gone overtime, never underpaid,
Oh, wait, no days are like a nine to five that’s bossing up,
You know I paid the cost.
Got a sweet tooth for the sweet life, but I ain’t trying to floss,
I’m just trying to have a good time, now tell me what you want.

Little bit of that orange mixed with Patron,
I’m a get you faded by the end of the song.
Now we could blow it up, know I got that blunt,
Just leave it down low, so security don’t find that.

I woke up this morning thinking about the other night
Trying to do it all again, like every day is the weekend.
Some say it’s a problem, I ain’t really worried about it,
Trying to party over here, like every day is the weekend.

No, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,
Stay turned up, like every day is the weekend.
No, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,
Let’s turn it up, like every day is the weekend.

Yeah, summer time and spring time,
You can find me intertwined, twisted, bitch, get in line.
It’s ten sale, but if a nick here don’t have a dime
I still find ways to turn it up, better get on your earplugs.
It’s relevant, we’re killing it, no evidence,
Straight to the airline Avalon, no aspirin my medicine
Low back the basic and I bounce back,
Don’t think that I could drive, try to crash where the couch at.

Hold up, what the fuck happened last night?
Can’t find where my phone is, throwing up shit like west side.
All I need is a shower, let a nigga freshen up my odor
And I see you in the morning, said the party’s never over.

Woke up this morning thinking about the other night
Trying to do it all again, like every day is the weekend.
Some say it’s a problem, I ain’t really worried about it,
Trying to party over here, like every day is the weekend.

No, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,
Stay turned up, like every day is the weekend.
No, I can’t wait, I can’t wait,
Let’s turn it up, like every day is the weekend.

KID INK – Walk In The Club

[Chorus:]
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody

[Verse 1:]
I might walk in a room
Take all the attention
Young bad motherfucker
Graduated from detention
Told you we would’ve make it far
I’m a ’bout to push it to the limit
Throw my sign in the air
Like it’s a picket in this bid
I might come through
Shining like the sun roof
Down for whatever whenever
As if this drink or this medical
Got me spilling invisible
When the city a million
I swear these haters can’t see me
I know for sure they gon’ feel it
We going bottle through bottle
Sipping like it’s Dasani
Whole table of models
Came straight from pilates
They say the life that we live
Ain’t made for everybody
In a world to see you
With my girlfriend in a mali

[Chorus:]
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody

[Verse 2:]
I’m a step in, 20 on the guestlist
No question, they know me up it up
On a regular confessions of a rock star
Headin’ to the bar,
Taking shots like an outlaw
Won’t feel it till tomorrow
Damn, I might roll out,
Meet me in a valley
Let’s take it back to the house
Party like we kid and play
The night has just begun
Moon’s up, howl back
We been going hard,
Show you who ain’t really about that
Like pouring shot for shots
All in your camera posing
We making the scene
And I might be rolling
Two red cups and I just can’t get enough
You better make sure your chick’s tough
‘Cause we about to turn it up

[Chorus:]
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody

[Bridge:]
I might walk in the club
Said I might walk in walk in
Said I might walk in, turn it up
Everybody in here gonna turn to us
So we about to get it poppin’
Keep it going ain’t no stopping

[Chorus:]
I might walk in the club
Leave with the whole party
See the light in my eyes
We just getting it started
Had alot on my mind
But, it’s time to let it go
Right now, right now, right now
I’m somebody

K. MICHELLE – Adorn You

These arms will always comfort you
And I hope you do what’s best for me.
And I know that you’re married and you got them kids,
But this shit’s getting real, can’t help how I feel.
Hate to ask you to leave, but no more holidays alone
As your house was kindly home.
I need you.

Let my love adorn you, hey, baby.
I’m selfish ’cause I love you,
Always thinking of you,
But I’m going to it and even if I walked away
My heart will still remain.
Let my love adorn you, oh, baby.
Let my love adorn you.
I’m going to it, don’t know what I’m doing
I just wanna love you.

Thank you for being a fan,
Travel down the road and back again
Your heart is true, you’re a pal and a comforter.

KID INK – Turn It Out

Go..
Yeah
Its kid ink

I know you see me with my back against the wall
Grippen on the cup standing on the booth
I could see the whole club
Everybody show me love haters show me mugs
But I ain’t gonna let it kill my buzz
Watch me turn it out
I turn it out
Watch me turn it out
I turn it out
Watch me turn it out
Ladies tell me yes they never don’t never turn me down
Watch me turn em out

Watch how I do its the one and only reason that the routin
Everything lucid but I’m heavy off that fluid
Blowin smoke threw your face
So everybody feel included
We should celebrate ever single day
We don’t need a reason over here except we gettin paid
Put your lighters up higher then the Himalays
Roll with the alumni bitch I graduated yeah
Now I roll up look like a diploma
Its that fire feel it burnin
Got it fanin like dacota
See my name on the flyer
So the owner make its quote up
Its just me and my brothers like the jonas

And we sitten with our back against the wall
Grippen on the cup standing on the booth
I could see the whole club
Everybody show me love haters show me mugs
But I ain’t gonna let it kill my buzz
Watch me turn it out
I turn it out
Watch me turn it out
I turn it out
Watch me turn it out
Ladies tell me yes they don’t never don’t never turn me down
Watch me turn em out

Eyes wide shut still see yuh lookin
Walkin on the cloud look up and see my footprints
It ain’t nothing but a word lets get it started
Takin shots lets your head snap back like a starter
It’s been a long time comin just start payin attention
Ya’ll some cheap motherfuckers everybody in attendance
Looking for the ruckis send another round
Rollin with the punches we smokin in the club snuck it threw my bitches
Tip to the bouncers cuz security be snitchen
Its a rockin belvedere o.j by the pitcher
Got yuh mad niggah that was my intentions

See me sittin with my back against the wall
Grippen on the cup standing on the booth
I could see the whole club
Everybody show me love haters show me mugs
But I ain’t gonna let it kill my buzz
Watch me turn it out
I turn it out
Watch me turn it out
I turn it out
Watch me turn it out
Ladies tell me yes they never don’t never turn me down
Watch me turn em out

KID INK – Tuna Roll

[Verse 1:]
Business as usual
Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle
Fuckin’ 95 wasn’t made for a cubicle
Niggas know I’m raw-tuna roll

You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch
Hear that errr smell the scent
Bitch I’m all, all in
One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would
What I’m smokin on I sware to god I’m floatin in a drift
Alumni we the illest
Sicker than contagion
All up in your hood like my niggas workin’ crankin’
Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia
Say I don’t be in my city? Who the fuck is you pholasin
Lets go!
Yeah!
Well Alright!

[Verse 2:]
It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes
Swimin’ in the money how I’m livin, boathouse
I don’t need a floaty cause I’m sittin’ on a cloud
Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!
Back on immense, stack on stack I’m rackin’ em’ in
Sware that they ain’t fuckin’ with me talkin all that essence
Yeah!
Bitch I’m blowin’ up, cue the bomb
Niggas know I’m raw tuna roll

[Verse 3:]
Batter up, I’m outta here
Find me in the cut like I live there
I’m the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry
See me throwin’ money in the sky til’ I’m outta air
Sorry your honor but I had to kill em’
Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows
And I’m high off a pill in the buildin’ like dealers
Pissin’ off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings
Tell em!
I’m on!

[Verse 4:]
Okay, snapback, hatback
Smokin’ on that loud pack
Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad
Bitch I’m more familie, even mobile phone to texts
I’m the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses
What up!
Hold up, have a taste
You ain’t gotta go to outer space
You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show
Yeah these niggas know I’m raw, tuna roll!
Alumini Bitch!
Wheels Up!
Niggas know I’m raw Tuna roll!

KID INK – Top Of The World

Yeah! come on
Uh, it feels like I’m
Sitting right on top of the world
Me and my blunt
Think I’ma jump
Don’t need a parachute
I’m flyer then a bird
Said here I come
Man I’m so high
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Think I’m bout to jump jump
Jump jump jump jump jump
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Think I’m bout to jump jump
Jump jump jump jump
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Yeah, I said the view up here is beautiful
Lookin’ down, could barely see the flo
I’m killin’ competition
I can tell they all worried
Cause I been on top of my game
Missionary
But the mission is
Get that money, don’t trust no bitch
Cake nigga tell me what an icing is
What you waiting for
This shits…
And I ain’t getting that stuff for nuttin’
Start to finish, keep on runnin’
Screamin’ “Fuck the world”
And you can tell that hoe to keep on comin’
Keep on comin’ I’ma fuck around and
De-bo something
Who da shit?
I can feel it in ma stomach
So sick, think I need a referral
Its just me and yo girl
It feels like I’m
Sitting right on top of the world
Me and my blunt
Think I’ma jump
Don’t need a parachute
I’m flyer then a bird
Said here I come
Man I’m so high
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Think I’m bout to jump jump
Jump jump jump jump jump
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Think I’m bout to jump jump
Jump jump jump jump
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Yeah, I know you hear me on the radio
See me in the video
Tell ‘em I ain’t sign no deal yet though
But I live that life they killin’ for
Sky high wit a nigga ceillin’ fo
Somewhere chilling wit a centerfold
Already known where we finna go
Up, up, up
Now just jump, jump, jump
When you hear that
Bump, bump, bump
I swear I just can’t get enough
So I live it up, like its my last one
Light up and pass one
Hit it wit a passion
The future comin’
I’ma fuck around and cling on
Something
Told you I was gonna make it
I shoulda bet my money
But I get ma money
Never sweat ma money
It feels like I’m
Sitting right on top of the world
Me and my blunt
Think I’ma jump
Don’t need a parachute
I’m flyer then a bird
Said here I come
Man I’m so high
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Think I’m bout to jump jump
Jump jump jump jump jump
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Think I’m bout to jump jump
Jump jump jump jump
It feels like I’m sitting right
On top of the world
Right on top of the world…
Right on top of the world…
Right on top of the world…
Right on top of the world…
I said its kid ink baby
Go

KID INK feat. Chris Brown & Tyga – Time Of Your Life (Remix)

[Chorus]
Yeah I said, you ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta leave
My bad, I know this ain’t usually your scene
But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself
And I swear, I ain’t gonna, I ain’t gonna say a thing
Now go just have the time of your life, the time of your life, let it go
Go go go, have the time of your life, time of your life, baby let it show

[Kid Ink]
Now let me show you how we livin’
Wouldn’t trade the world for this feelin’
Puttin on for my city, up and away to the limit
Head high in the sky they can’t see us baby girl we about to get it
Had the time of your lifestyle
Actin so shy see the fireworks comin’
Its the 4th of july up in this bitch, jumpin like a 64′
Get up out your day put this bottle on your lips go
All the away said that all I need in this world full of greed is my bitch and my team tell em
That you ain’t gotta trip I won’t say a thing baby girl, plead the 5th

[Chorus]

[Tyga]
Sunshine, golden state, she make a wish I cut the cake
Appetite for love she the recipe
She so on my level when it’s fuck who ever disagree
Spendin’ time spendin’ money we overseas
New estate, R8 she get the keys
One thing that I’m guessing she don’t probly know recession
All that beauty on your face, niggas pay cause they can’t pace
I don’t play I just lay lay my game down flat
Told her this for one night only if you come and bring her back
Cus I probably won’t be back its a party where I’m at
It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance god damn

[Chris Brown]
They be nigga that’s the shit
I be like nigga thats that what?
Girl you know that I’m gon take you down
Let that molly turn you up
This might go right over your biscuit but my shit is predator
And you the price I’ma slay beat it up, beat it up
They be like why she walk like her shit don’t stink
Cus thats my bitch what you think
Shine in the night, the time of your life
A nigga like you can you afford these drinks
Grindin’ hard since kindergarten
Fuck that nigga, I am the party that’s that shit
That real life shit
I’ve been about it

[Kid Ink]
I been about it, you can ask your friends about me
I know that they know how we get down to the very bottom
And I bet you never had this much fun with anybody
You can tell your man don’t worry about us, bitch!

[Chorus]

KID INK – Time Of Your Life

You ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta, leave..
I think I got a, Uhhh
Yeah, Kid Ink, Tell em!

[Chorus]
Yeah I said, you ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta leave
My bad, I know this isn’t usually your scene
But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself
And I swear, I ain’t gonna, I ain’t gonna say a thing
Now go just have the time of your life, the time of your life, let it go
Go go go, have the time of your life, time of your life, baby let it show

[Verse 1]
Yeah let me show you how we do it
Know I came through deeper then the sewer
Yeah I got my whole crew and you could be anywhere
All around the world, but if you ain’t fucking here
Then I don’t know what you’re doing
I see you ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta, drink
Come swing by my table I got everything you need
Bottles, kush, blowing like a whistling referee
Take a shot, don’t be afraid, girl just put on for your team
Go ahead show me what you got
Take a ride back it up and baby park it in my lot
And you don’t even need a cup, take a bottle of Ciroc
And when you hear me yell cut, That mean take it from the top, now

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now it ain’t no reason to be insecure
You sick of the same thing, baby here’s a cure
Just take a lane change, welcome to the fast life
Ass like that, bring it back, like the past life
Yeah I said, you ain’t gotta, you ain’t gotta be so shy
We’ll be up all night, no we never out of time
Feel like can’t nobody see me, out of sight out of mind
Give me 25 to life, if being fly is a crime
Yeah I’m lying I don’t want to go
Nowhere but the sky, feeling high as I wanna so
Come and take a ride on the Alumni honor roll
And I can put it down, take you down baby on the low

[Chorus x2]

KID INK feat. K-Young – Time After Time

[K-Young]
When You Call
I will answer
In the mid…night hours
I will, I will.. yeah
If you fall I will catch you
I’ll be waiting… Time after time
The love that we making is so amazing.. Time after time
I save all my kisses for you
I said I save all my.. I will be waiting
Time after time

[Kid Ink - Verse 1]
Yeah you’re the woman that I write too
I know a lot done change since high school
Still haven’t met nobody like you
Finally seeing black & white like Michael…. Uhh
Maybe the time wasn’t right then
But times has change and we can try again
This feeling that I’m feeling so timeless
Girl no matter what time is…..

[K-Young - Chorus]
When You Call
I will answer
In the mid…night hours
I will, I will.. yeah
If you fall I will catch you
I’ll be waiting, Time after time
The love that we making is so amazing.. Time after time
I save all my kisses for you
I said I save all my.. I will be waiting
Time after time

[Kid Ink - Verse 2]
Call me…. When ever girl
I been trying to get it like a metaphor… Get it?
I think you ready for
Get your feet wet, I can make it rain storm…. Yeah
I know we been around the block, like a ice cream truck.. Damn it been so long
Where did all the time go, I think we need some time though

[K-Young - Chorus]
When You Call
I will answer
In the mid…night hours
I will, I will.. yeah
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting … Time after time
The love that we making is so amazing.. Time after time
I save all my kisses for you
I said I save all my.. I will be waiting
Time after time

[Kid Ink - Verse 3]
You remember the first time
I made it feel like the first time
And now we back at it
Scream, I’ma take a stab at it
Kill it till the morning
I said hit it till the morning, Get it
Whenever your lonely
You know where the phone is

[K-Young - Chorus]
When You Call
I will answer
In the mid…night hours
I will, I will.. yeah
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting … Time after time
The love that we making is so amazing.. Time after time
I save all my kisses for you
I said I save all my.. I will be waiting
Time after time

KID INK – Tat It Up

I’m goin hard body til theres no more room left
And you ain’t ever seen nobody sittin thru this
You got space, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up

First off yea I’m tatted up and my bitch too
You just got a bunch of different names like a bitch do
You the type of nigga in the bar tryna pick thru
I be gettin blasted mothafuckin click, boom
Duck, move, no pen but you can call me Bic man
Showin skin you ain’t goin ham like an Islam
Light to a dark skinned nigga wit no tan
No shirt in this bitch, Hollywood Hogan
Frankenstein tatted on me cuz I am a monster
See I like the pain you can meet me at the hostel
Face like a aztec, hair bones fossil
All that I did yea my mothafuckin lights on
See it from the front or the back like an iPhone
Walk inside a room n I’m the one they got they eyes on
Me say, you ain’t even fuckin with my DJ
Catch up, you ain’t even started on your sleeves yet
Need to book a couple more sessions tryna reach this
Ink gun stuck into my flesh its like leeches
All that shadin shows that you just soft
And if you gotta problem middle finger read fuck off
I’m on some new shit, how my face look
I know you wish you thought of this like facebook
And I don’t talk give a fuck how the case look
Cuz niggas tryna steal my shit, Bill Gates crooks
And I could pass for a vato
If you tatted, nigga I’m Picaso
I’m the shit you can get it on your nostrils
You can take a picture or get it on your iPod

I’m goin hard body til theres no more room left
And you ain’t ever seen nobody sittin thru this
You got space, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up
I’m goin hard body til theres no more room left
And you ain’t ever seen nobody sittin thru this
You got space, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up

KID INK feat. Kirko Bangz – Take It Down

[Kid Ink:]
I see ya, ahhh ahh I see ya
Uhh, yeaa, I said yu fukkin wit the man girl
Uhhhhhh wat yu sayin girl
Tell em

[Chorus:]
[Kid Ink:]
Yu lookin the type
Know jus how to move it
Don’t be so up tight
Ain’t no need for choosin
Gon’ take it down fo’ a nigga like me
& Ima turn yu out baby girl
Before we leave here
Drop it to the floor
Let me see yu lose it
Gettin to the music
Why yu sittin clueless
Gon’ take it down fo’ a nigga like me
& Ima turn yu out baby girl
Before we leave here, yea

[Kid Ink:]
Look around & I can spot yu through the crowd
Its gotta be yu
Catch the way yu throw it out
& take it down
Like yu copy written
Them other pussies copycatting & ain’t nobody care
Wit yu babe, all the games yu play
Stop that & come & give me sugar like kool-aid
Up all night
Its never too late
Jus wanna lock that pussy down like boozay
Uhh they say who’s he
Young nigga wit a money tree
Bouquet
Trying throw it all over your bootayy
That body on fire
Soufflé
& them lips is lookin so made

[Chorus:]
[Kid Ink:]
Yu lookin the type
Know jus how to move it
Dont be so up tight
Aint no need for choosin
Gon’ take it down fo’ a nigga like me
& Ima turn yu out baby girl
Before we leave here
Drop it to the floor
Let me see yu lose it
Gettin to the music
Why yu sittin clueless
Gon’ take it down fo’ a nigga like me
& Ima turn yu out baby girl
Before we leave here

[Kirko Bangz:]
Uhh sippin on that pimp juice
Money in my pocket
Tell me wats new
Had dreams of that bentley coupe
Till I copped it now my hood know I’m that nigga who
Gotta lotta money
Gotta lotta things
Grip alotta grain
I know, they talkin now
But I’m walkin ’round
Wit a double cup & I’m poured
Say why yu so up tight
Girl yu jus my type
& I might be that nigga
But only for tonight
Now shawty break it down for me
Shawty take it down
Lay it down fo’ a g
& I might give her anything
That she want from me
As long as she get down
Take it real low for me

[Chorus:]
[Kid Ink:]
Yu lookin the type
Know jus how to move it
Don’t be so up tight
Ain’t no need for choosin
Gon’ take it down fo’ a nigga like me
& Ima turn yu out baby girl
Before we leave here
Drop it to the floor
Let me see yu lose it
Gettin to the music
Why yu sittin clueless
Gon’ take it down fo’ a nigga like me
& Ima turn yu out baby girl
Before we leave here, yea

Down, down
Take it down
Baby girl before we leave here
Down down
Come right over I got everything yu need, yea

KID INK – Rumpshaker

[Chorus:]
You got that
Racks in effects, rumpshaker
I just wanna see you move your moneymaker
Get stupid let me see you act a fool with it
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it

What you gonna do…

What you gonna, uh

[Verse 1:]
It’s 11: 45 at night
Just started my day
Looking for the party
Work hard to play
Go, Walk in the club
Lights all over the place
But these haters can’t see me
‘Cause your ass all in my way
That cake, CAkE
Let me get a taste
I don’t need a plate
Eat it with my face
Just keep it real
Give a fuck if it’s fake
As long as it’s round
Not pointy like a stake
Uh, Yyyeah you got it
But what you gonna do with it
Just one song come and give me 2 minutes
Please don’t be mad if I grab it
Get it from your momma and your granny

[Chorus:]
You got that
Racks in effects, rumpshaker
I just wanna see you move your moneymaker
Get stupid let me see you act a fool with it
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Get stupid let me see you act a fool
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do

[Verse 2:]
We, up late like the sand-man
Let me take a seat back
Think I need a lap dance
Lost in a trance
I can barely take my eyes off
Stuck like glue, make it work
No time-off
With them fat ass and them C cups
Bouncing like Bay Watch
Nicky from her butt down
Can’t fit in them jeans much
Twerk sumthin, if you back it up
Might hurt some
Where you get all that from
I’m ready for the show
Act 1
Now Have fun, shots come
You can have two
Tryin’ hop on it
But I think I need a sec though
You thick like sizzurp and I’m lit
Like a matchbox, Gona throw it up
Ba-donka-donk you can meet me at the black top

[Chorus:]
You got that, B-Ballin!
Racks in a effects, rumpshaker
I just wanna see you move your moneymaker
Get stupid let me see you act a fool with it
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do with it
What you gonna do
Get stupid let me see you acting fool with it
Yeah you got it girl but what you gonna do

KID INK – Roll Out

[Chorus:]
I know, they ain’t know what I’m on
Sorry, excuse me, how I’m feeling right now
Soon they gonna understand it
Tried to do it like me
You can tell ‘em I’m a beast
I’m a dog, then let me off the leash
Now I’m coming for ‘em all
Man I need another drink
It’s the last call
Just give me a minute
Let me show ‘em how I ball
And we’ll roll out
Let’s roll out
Let’s roll out
Let’s roll out
We can roll out

[Verse 1:]
Live, reporting from the cockpit
Red eyes but I’m trying to get my mind clear
Celebratin’ like we just won a contest
No contest, motherfuckers couldn’t digest
What I’m on, man on my own
Benz on deck, you ain’t gotta blow my horn
Paint a perfect picture like Frida Kahlo
Red or green pill, don’t trip just swallow that
And gon’ have the time in your life
On me, no strings, up high as a kite
Watch a Molly turn a straight girl
Right into a dike soon you will understand
By the end of the night, tell ‘em

[Chorus:]
I know they ain’t know what I’m all
Sorry, excuse me, I’m feeling right now
Soon they gonna understand it
Tried to do it like me
You can tell ‘em I’m a beast
I’m a dog, then let me off the leash
Now I’m coming for ‘em all
Man I need another drink
It’s the last call
Just give me a minute
Let me show ‘em how I bought
And we’ll roll out
Let’s roll out
Let’s roll out
Let’s roll out
We can roll out

[Verse 2:]
Just sayin’, I need to get a point across
Somebody find these niggas ’cause they fucking lost
Tryin’ to be the boss, couldn’t pay the cost
Let my chain speak for me, we ain’t gotta talk
I go, to the bottles, hallow, smoking on diablo
Smelling like patrone, and Mark Jacobs calogne
Up and away new generation apolishing
So ready to roll, and rock out
These lames can’t ball like the NBA lockout
Hit em’ in the head, might pull a knot out
Show these motherfuckers what they not ’bout
Tell ‘em

[Chorus:]
I know they ain’t know what I’m all
Sorry, excuse me, I’m feeling right now
Soon they gonna understand it
Tried to do it like me
You can tell ‘em I’m a beast
I’m a dog, then let me off the leash
Now I’m coming for ‘em all
Man I need another drink
It’s the last call
Just give me a minute
Let me show ‘em how I bought
And we’ll roll out
Let’s roll out
Let’s roll out
Let’s roll out

KID INK feat. Los – Poppin’ Shit

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for ag,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit [x3]

[Los:]
Couple new Roley’s with a couple frozen bands
My nigga squeeze arm’s like a couple holding hands,
Nigga vroom tryna flip that Maserati over
Smelling like Izzy Miyaki and my fly Versarce loafers
Drop them hunndits, Pop that perfect,
Jum in the drop murk it while bumping the locks,
Nigga shades Versace probably cost a thousand,
Fly to death, private jets flying across an island,
I just got me a spade I was just in Spain,
Nigga I’m a get this change, Poppy told me slow down,
I said woah now that’s a no now, Nigga it’s about to go down,
I’m a turn bad like mowtown, What the fuck they think?
We don’t smoke it, it don’t stink,
This how fly niggas lean, Love my Versace that’s a fly nigga thing,
I was born a broke nigga I’m a die like a king, Bad Boy

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for ag,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit [x3]

[Kid Ink:]
Pock’ full of hund’s in the Levis,
Wait got yo’ hunny out the beehive,
OG got me high than a tree house,
2 fingers up like a eat out… wait,
Talk for a ride get the seat out,
We be in this bitch going crazy… senile,
Back then niggas ain’t believe what they see now,
Grip in my hand ball hard off the rebound,
Boom, Shocka, Locka,
Picture rollin, loud like a opera,
Pull up in that big boy truck it’s Satnica,
Ready for the show, baby you gonna want an encore,
Tell em we ain’t on now bullshit,
No AC just cool kids,
With a bad bitch on full shift, I’m gone off the full hit,
I don’t think they ready bout to make em forfeit,
We’ve been going hammer time right about the toolkit Alumni!

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for ag,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit [x3]

Wait I tell her bring her friend cus we multiplying the ash,
I let Ink divide her legs and we never provide a fraction,
Two young fly niggas on a private jet,
Running out of Ink tryna write me a check,
Don’t start no shit won’t be no shit!
I said fuck the world but we don’t care,
We do molly to the models,
Suicides on that Rarri’,
Like soy-e sauce on the body,
Then body shift to a hotty

Urgh I pop shit believe that believe that, everywhere I be, you can see that, drinks by the liter, you can see that everywhere I be at

I poppin shit bottles too she pop it for ag,
That’s what you gotta do, That’s what you gotta do
We poppin shit [x3]

KID INK – Pause

Same shit, different day
These niggas talk, like they fuckin gay
I don’t care, I only talk to bitches
But if they come and ask, you tell em that I mentioned
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause

I said its Kid Ink baby
Takin shots with your lady
Body like a Mercedes
Ass thick as grandma gravy
Give a fuck about your feelings nigga save the shit for Debbie
All I smoke is that fire and bitch all I spit is that kerosene
Bout to barbeque you niggas, Well done without no Drama
Takin shots at your head til you look like Ronald McDonald
In full stereo nigga its no mono e mono
Bars kickin like I’m Ryu, feel that 16 hit combo
When it comes to smellin that money nose like I’m Ganzo
And my bitch yea she bad, got her hair like Rapunzel
Talk shit if you want, I got ears like I’m Dumbo
I don’t care if you whisper nigga I can hear you mumble, it ain’t nothin

Same shit, different day
These niggas talk, like they fuckin gay
I don’t care, I only talk to bitches
But if they come and ask, you tell em that I mentioned
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause
Fuck em, Fuck em, Fuck em, pause

KID INK – OG

I’ll tell you what’s good bitch
My whole team is
If I got a whole lot
I break it into pieces
Let’s all roll up OG
Just makes me feel more G
Somewhere over the ocean
And you still over there on that old shit
I been had yo chick bagged
Yo bitch with no foreplay
Hit her with a little bit of vocab
That player shit is my forte
West side, connect it like Oh shit [?]
Throwin up that OK
Bat gang all the way out the hood but I can’t change
Number on on my list, eatin a number two at McDonald’s with
Three chains on my neck, four
Realest nigga inside here
Betta respect me like a reefa
Nigga this watch ain’t no Geneva
Its smoke and patron bottle liter,
At magic city like eureka
I Bet your man can’t do it like this
So many women headed on my list
Back when you didn’t think a nigga exist
Still had your girlfriend on my dick
I’m poppin shit on point with
Two blunts, double jointed, bend back and show me somethin
Go once you don’t owe me nothin.
You can tell I’m feelin myself
And all this motherfuckin money don’t help
Mad at me cuz your salary is lightweight like celery
Tell me why the fuck is you at me
Naw nigga I ain’t tryna add a V
To that bullshit that you CC, RIP kill your dreams
Auto bangs slidin in and outta lanes
Kush got me outta minda
Top flow like brotha Mayne,
Bitch its tha alumni,
Bat tat ain’t no otha gang
OG in the fuckin blunt
OG right before my name
I’ll Tell you what’s good bitch
My whole team
I’ll Tell you what’s good bitch
My whole team is
Bitch its that alumni
Bat tat ain’t no otha gang
OG in the fuckin blunt
OG right before my name

KID INK – No One Left

[Chorus:]
Fuck
Now you walking around like you hot to death
Really four below, they don’t make no sense
Tried to tell you before not to lose yourself
Don’t you worry I’ll be here when there’s no one left
Tell you what it is, everybody ain’t a friend
Watch them change like a pen, I’ll be here when there’s no one left
Put your mind in the game, caught up in what they sayin
You forgot about the plan,
Tried to tell you not to lose yourself

[Verse:]
Uh, sitting back, talking to myself
Been a long way around like Buddha’s belt
Remember when, these lames wouldn’t fuck with me
Track star, now they all tryin’ to run with me
Friend or foe, you never know
It’s a blind game, do you know where you’re going
Get your mind right, and leave the left overs
Got the weight of an entire team on my shoulders
So I showed them I’m everything the world made
Tryin’ to get paid, blow up like the World Trade, please
Don’t you get it twisted like a whirlwind
I will never change, never change ’till the fucking end
True TV, all these niggas so pretending in your face
Complimentaing when they really know they spend every day
Talking shit yeah it smells like a mouthful
Hotter that I get these niggas, colder than the South Pole, damn

[Chorus:]
Now you walking around like you hot to death
Really four below, they don’t make no sense
Tried to tell you before not to lose yourself
Don’t you worry I’ll be here when there’s no one left
Tell you what it is, everybody ain’t a friend
Watch them change like a pen, I’ll be here when there’s no one left
Put your mind in the game, caught up in what they sayin
You forgot about the plan,
Tried to tell you not to lose yourself

[Verse:]
What’s happenin’, can you tell me what happened?
Is it fame over passion, seem a little distracted
In a couple situations you ain’t used too now
Now look around pay attention it ain’t no discounts
These niggas is selling souls for their name on a cloud
Don’t you worry about me, bitch I came for the doubt
I’m so concrete two feet to the ground
About to fuck shit up but I came into town
Think you need to slow it down
Tryin’ to run shit
Lost in the sauce,
Get a compass
High off life,
Barely even conscious
Livin’ in a dream,
You forgot what it means to not have a thing
From a block full of fiends
These streets are a monster, Happy Halloween
Hear ‘em knocking at your door with a mask on
Feeling like this life isn’t everything you asked for, damn

[Chorus:]
Now you walking around like you hot to death
Really four below, they don’t make no sense
Tried to tell you before not to lose yourself
Don’t you worry I’ll be here when there’s no one left
Tell you what it is, everybody ain’t a friend
Watch them change like a pen, I’ll be here when there’s no one left
Put your mind in the game, caught up in what they sayin
You forgot about the plan,
Tried to tell you not to lose yourself

[Outro:]
Yeah
Uh
I say you fucking with the man now
Yeah
Yeah
Must’ve forgoten ’bout the plan now
Uh
Somebody tell ‘em
Uh

KID INK – Wait For Me

Girl you can hit me on my phone
When ever you are alone
Ready for me to come take you down
Baby girl I’m on my way
I don’t mind that you play

You ain’t gotta [x2]
Wait for me [x6]
Girl just make sure that you think of me
Think of me [x5]

Girl its okay
You don’t need to waste no time
I wont be jealous babe
Just keep me on your mind
It ain’t a crime go ahead and unwind
Nobody gotta know but me
So baby don’t be shy
You know your spots
Just make sure that the door unlocked
When I walk in baby girl don’t stop
Ima sit back here for a minute and watch

I’m your biggest fan
When you get tired I can lend a hand
Ima be back real soon
But till then girl you know what to do

Girl you can hit me on my phone
When ever you are alone
Ready for me to come take you down
Baby girl I’m on my way
I don’t mind that you play

You ain’t gotta [x2]
Wait for me [x6]
Girl just make sure that you think of me
Think of me [x5]

I know I’m running late
But here I come to help
Since you cant love me babe
Until you can love yourself
Rub yourself

It turns me on when,
You show me that your comfortable
Inside your own skin
So use your mind
And baby not your eyes
And make sure you move your hips,
Counter clock wise
This ain’t forever, just in the meanwhile
You can call me night time
Cause I bring them freaks out

Girl you can hit me on my phone
When ever you are alone
Ready for me to come take you down
Baby girl I’m on my way
I don’t mind that you play

You ain’t gotta [x2]
Wait for me [x6]
Girl just make sure that you think of me
Think of me [x5]

I said you ain’t gotta wait
Just pulled up feeling good all day
Sorry that a nigga had to work so long
I was up in the studio makin this song

Girl you can hit me on my phone
When ever you are alone
Ready for me to come take you down
Baby girl I’m on my way
I don’t mind that you play

You ain’t gotta [x2]
Wait for me [x6]
Girl just make sure that you think of me
Think of me [x5]

KID INK feat. Killa Kyleon, Red Cafe & Machine Gun Kelly – My City

[Kid Ink]
Yeah…
Uhh..

[Chorus]
When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down,
When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain’t pretty,
I apologize if it gets wild,
But we gotta represent ours,
We gotta represent ours [x3]
When you come to my City

[Kid Ink]
Welcome to my city;
Palm trees, find me; High as a hippie,
20 for the chucks, ‘nother 20 for the dickies,
If you see them Boys in the Hood like Kenny better run like Ricky,
Snapback, hat back, quick tell ‘em that we run LA; Track practice,
Now, you know where I’m at you ain’t gotta mapquest,
Ridin’ down Hollywood, lookin’ for a Actress,
Tell ‘em that it goes,
Thursday, eat in, Friday, my house, Saturday, Crenshaw, Sunday back at my house,
Rollin’ in a 64, somewhere down, 64,
Headed to the Jungles to the Don, See my nigga?
Oh,
Born and Raised, I am no pretender, niggas know I came from the gutta like Splinter,
And I got Nina on my hip like a side chick,
Anybody ask tell ‘em that it’s Westside bitch!

[Chorus]

[Killa Kyleon]
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S,
Am I trill bet they say yes, I’m that cat that they say next,
HNIC I keep it G, just like that V I’m at they neck,
I’m a creature not Aretha but I do get my respect,
Run these tracks, lace up my Nikes; So I can go chase these checks,
When I get mine I’ma thank my grind, walk in that bank, give Chase my check;
Cash my shit, due self I split it,
Hop in that slab better brace yo neck, All eyes on me includin’ yo bitch,
If you want that hoe keep yo hoe checked,
Paint so wet that I gotta rock trunks,
We roll slabs and we don’t do dunks,
Shoes be four’s and they don’t be pumps,
We smoke Kush and we don’t do bump,
FN cocked and we don’t do pumps,
One false move that’ll get you slumped,
City of the Syrup where we sip that lean,
Put a 4 in that 20 and we on that punch

[Chorus]

[Red Cafe]
Cadillac 24′s, smoke tint, stash box,
Timberland, Pelle Pelle, Gucci Belt, strap slot,
New York, I said it New York,
Better show respect when you come to my city take yo shoes off,
I am at the toll booth, collectin’ my payment,
Hottest in the hood got my name carved on the pavement,
My niggas is A-List, in the corner office, somethin’ like royalty, princess in my crosses,
Hoes got ‘em lined up, bitch take a number,
These lames layin’ paper on ‘em I be layin’ lumber,
In the Rotten Apple, ballin’ like a Knickerbocker,
Now you can meet the Fockers; or you can meet the choppas,
Rat-A-Tat-Tat-Tat,
Tat, Tat, all my niggas in the ‘Rack,
Drop that oil in that water, whip it up it’s right back,
In the Coup bulletproof, Ah, boy hood approved,
No limit money, they hollerin’ Hooty-Hoo

[Chorus]

[Machine Gun Kelly]
Kells, from the city where, outta towners get jumped no Nike Airs,
Buyin’ a bottle in the club and throwin’ off another because a motherfucker plottin’ over my chair,
And it’s my year, this my day, me and all the boys all Smokey like Friday,
Hit the Eastside turn in the driveway, but I got power in the West, Kanye;
My city taught me to speak that talk,
How to crack that stove when that heat turned off,
How to rock my Chucks till my feet fall off,
What to do when the lights in the streets went off;
I’ll D-I-E for the Orange and Brown,
Lebron left, I took that crown!
Everyday on tour, but the 7-1 North tattooed let me know I’m Cleveland bound,
I’ma Midwest boy, salute my team, EST over everything,
THC up in all my green, lit it up for the people in the middle of the,
HOLD UP!
Lace up bitch, Lace up bitch,
Anybody hate come taste it bitch,
Two white balls and a head above yo neck, that’s called a facial BIATCH!

[Kid Ink]
See we do it big in my city, we can get this whole block shut down.