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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Ink
Kid Ink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Todd Collins
Brian Todd Collins
Composer
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Joey Galvan
Joey Galvan
Recording Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know (Murder on the beat so it's not nice) Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool at Woo, money man on a mission I got 'em standin' at attention I just throw my hand like I'm fishin' I just give that ass some ambition I'm really hopin' I can touch it, no conditions You say you need a shower, well I got hella ammunition Just pop somethin' for me, while I pop another Rosé Now she lookin' at me like, "Don't spray" I'm just sayin', huh, you know I'm the man, huh Rollin' up a gram, huh, toss a couple grands high It's your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh Where you been all my life? Where you been? Huh Parkin' lot pimpin' out at Follies (woah) Thought I seen your ass lookin' thottie (woah) I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah) And then I dump a bag on your body Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah You know, Stacey's dad, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool at Woah, bend it over, head and shoulders Money shower, drop and hold it Your friends bustin' it but you been talkin' on it I can tell you, Kelly Rowland Baby, better get your mind and your act right And know that I am not the holy rap type She told me sit like my hands 'round my back tied And let her come and take me on my last ride, woah Who am I, baby? Who am I? Cold nigga, pulled pimpin' like it's do or die I killed her, zip it up inside a body bag And then I throw a bag on your body Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my jewels, yeah You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool at You know You know You know
Writer(s): Ozan Yildirim, Shane Lindstrom, Kevin Gomringer, Brian Collins, Tim Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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