Kid Ink - Die In It
I came in with my level upWatch them bitches kept that 4 page level up
Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove
Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
Same city, I'm an LA citizen
With the bad bitches and that sticky-icky cinnabon
All I'm rollin', they follow Moses
You got the wave, I split the ocean
Smell the roses, pop the Rosé with my potion
Baby chill, take a pill here's a dosage
She just want a picture for the poster
And I'm posing like I'm praying at the photo doesn't focus
Yeah, yeah, Dita frames, kill the glass
Say you shine, I don't see it
Keep tryin', no design like me though
Know that I'm the coolest nigga since Sub-Zero
I just need a
Pool full of money, I'mma dive in it
I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it
All black widow maker
And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago
Wake up in the mornin' and I lie in it
Turn around and I hit it like a lineman
Do the Heisman, all up in your hymen
Sippin' on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in
I'm gettin' high, but it's lowerin' my eye lids
Still see you niggas, I don't know just what the hype is
Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller
What you gon' do, what you doin'
Me and my dogs through the door like some Doberman
Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus
I need my way, young Carlito
This feelin' Al Pacino in Moschino
And the marina my Emmy, Iggy Marino
Look how we pass the reefer
I just need
Pool full of money, I'mma dive in it
I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it
Get her wet, then I dive in it
Pussy so good, I would die in it
Okay, yeah, it's Kid Ink
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
Aw yeah, aw yeah
I see them lookin' through my side eye
They just sittin' on the sideline
I stand up and throw my sign at them
Alumni I'mma die with them
Written by:
BRIAN TODD COLLINS
Publisher:
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