Pusha T, Kid Ink - Murda
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[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I got a piece for all the drama,
Walkin' ‘round like I'm president Obama.
Yeah, you see me with the team deeper than the secret service,
Drop, drop it down, baby girl, you know it's worth it.
Heard you lookin' for the shit, go get some tissue,
Let's pay some bills, pockets fatter than a Swisha,
It's rocket ship, shawty, ‘bout to drop another missile,
Put this bottle to your lips, baby girl, and French kiss it.
You ain't innocent at all, it's fuckin' murder,
Pull up, more shots in the burner, nah!
All I see is ass, prolly, lookin' so perverted,
Gettin' money is the crime, baby, guilty is the verdict.
We up!
[Chours: Kid Ink]
Get higher, get high! [x4]
You ain't innocent at all,
It's fuckin' murder,
Shots in the burner,
More shots in the burner.
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
The King had a dream, I think I'm livin',
They say they sour ‘cause they ridin' in the limit,
Heads to the sky, it ain't a limit,
But you gotta about a minute, girl, to make up a decision,
Is you rockin' with the team or the opposition?
Put you in the game, just gotta play your position,
See you the baddest here, ain't gotta hold a petition,
Playin' with your straw, I been starin' at you sippin'.
You ain't innocent at all, it's fuckin' murder,
Turn up, more shots in the burner.
Sayin' that you straight as an arrow, I can turn you,
Baby, ain't nobody flyer, I know you can feel the turbulence.
We up!
[Chours]
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Kid Ink, whaddup! Ha ha!
I'm lookin' for the lady of the night.
No, nah, no angels allowed.
Baby, you ain't innocent, caught up in that whirlwind
Molly in the evening, girls kissin' girls,
And I ain't here to judge at all, tryna get my twirl in,
Benefits of fuckin' with ‘em, shittin' on your girlfriends, woo!
The party girls run the night, baby,
Ha, ‘cause boring bitches ain't my type,
Ladies, mix it up, I'm in the French vanilla white lady,
And got rich sellin' all this ice ice baby.
Murda, murda, shots comin' from everywhere,
Glow in the dark, Don P's flowin' heavy here, yugh!
Another movie in the makin',
Starring all these bitches, on these couches half naked.
Push!
I got a piece for all the drama,
Walkin' ‘round like I'm president Obama.
Yeah, you see me with the team deeper than the secret service,
Drop, drop it down, baby girl, you know it's worth it.
Heard you lookin' for the shit, go get some tissue,
Let's pay some bills, pockets fatter than a Swisha,
It's rocket ship, shawty, ‘bout to drop another missile,
Put this bottle to your lips, baby girl, and French kiss it.
You ain't innocent at all, it's fuckin' murder,
Pull up, more shots in the burner, nah!
All I see is ass, prolly, lookin' so perverted,
Gettin' money is the crime, baby, guilty is the verdict.
We up!
[Chours: Kid Ink]
Get higher, get high! [x4]
You ain't innocent at all,
It's fuckin' murder,
Shots in the burner,
More shots in the burner.
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
The King had a dream, I think I'm livin',
They say they sour ‘cause they ridin' in the limit,
Heads to the sky, it ain't a limit,
But you gotta about a minute, girl, to make up a decision,
Is you rockin' with the team or the opposition?
Put you in the game, just gotta play your position,
See you the baddest here, ain't gotta hold a petition,
Playin' with your straw, I been starin' at you sippin'.
You ain't innocent at all, it's fuckin' murder,
Turn up, more shots in the burner.
Sayin' that you straight as an arrow, I can turn you,
Baby, ain't nobody flyer, I know you can feel the turbulence.
We up!
[Chours]
[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Kid Ink, whaddup! Ha ha!
I'm lookin' for the lady of the night.
No, nah, no angels allowed.
Baby, you ain't innocent, caught up in that whirlwind
Molly in the evening, girls kissin' girls,
And I ain't here to judge at all, tryna get my twirl in,
Benefits of fuckin' with ‘em, shittin' on your girlfriends, woo!
The party girls run the night, baby,
Ha, ‘cause boring bitches ain't my type,
Ladies, mix it up, I'm in the French vanilla white lady,
And got rich sellin' all this ice ice baby.
Murda, murda, shots comin' from everywhere,
Glow in the dark, Don P's flowin' heavy here, yugh!
Another movie in the makin',
Starring all these bitches, on these couches half naked.
Push!
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