Kid Ink – Ride Out – Lyrics

Ride Out by Kid Ink

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]

Came in at first had bad luck

Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had none

We done sold now everybody mad at me

Tell 'em roll down now everybody smashin'

Keep ready cause you know we bout to be a problem

Hope you ready cause you know it bout to be a problem

[Hook: Kid Ink]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gone ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Takeover the street, that's how we roll

And we gone ride on forever

We ride out together

[Verse 1: Tyga]

Fancy when I drive, six cars in the driveway

Cash in the driver door, spend it, do it my way

I fucks you like a matador, fresh out the catalogue

One fall we all fall, crew like dominos

But chase (?) all my dogs riding smoke

(?) heavy like the Pope, for that pot of gold

We are not alone, broad better check your tone

You gone need a lot of help, I ain't talkin' bank loans

Sit with us, table last supper

Toast to the brothers, some bad motherfuckers

Yea, ain't nothin' but pure luxury

You lookin' left to me, should be looking up to me

Preferably one of the best

She ridin' cause we (?) now and forever to death

Be loyal, real, and respect

Stay ahead of the rest

We just sit back, relax, doin' things to impress

[Hook: Kid Ink]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gone ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Takeover the street, that's how we roll

And we gone ride on forever

We ride out together

[Verse 2: Wale]

Ridin' on ton of waves

And no way these niggas stoppin' me, ohhh nooo

Flyin' from a mile away

It's not a problem, only real ones follow me

And I can do this with my eyes closed

Blind fold two times over

Ride solo, I got women and got soldiers

I ain't (?) try and get it (?)

Talkin' melatonin, get it and fight coma

What's the feet of a giant?

Niggas feedin' the fire

History, (?) flee when they flyin'

You don't believe it? Then try it

We don't believe in just tryin'

I call it peoples and leave 'em in 100 pieces divided

That's cold cuts

And I've been dope for like four summers

And I ain't really going for the he say, or she say

Keep it G for peace sake

I know this shit that bones, (?)

Might leave you niggas feeling

[Hook: Kid Ink]

It's the only way we know to go

Squad up, never roll alone

And we gone ride on forever

We ride out together

Pull up right in your zone

Takeover the street, that's how we roll

And we gone ride on forever

We ride out together

[Verse 3: YG]

It's YG 4hunnid!

Is you ride? Is you wit all the burglarizing and the violence?

If Jimmy got caught up but you right there with him

So the police askin' you questions, is you gone keep quiet?

Is you loyal, is you real, is you fake?

When I can't tell that's the type of way that I hate

You got that fake friend, (?)

There's no cure so them symptoms is gone show

You know the code, stick around, hold it down, never fold

Like it's crease up in your Dicky Browns

Hold up! Each one teach one

Motivate each one to be somethin'

Cause I ain't just another statistic

I do (?) if you wanna get specific

I'm just tryna make bread come quicker

For me and my dead gone hitters

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Kid Ink – Hotel – Lyrics

Hotel by Kid Ink

[Partial Hook: Kid Ink & Chris Brown]

I said why you over there lookin' at me?

While I'm with my girlfriend

Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?

Let's take it to the hotel, let's take it to the hotel

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]

I said why you over there lookin'?

Got a starin' problem and you fuckin'

I know you see my girl, stop frontin'

I could tell you up to a lil' somethin', hol'up

I'ma play it cool, baby roll one

While you make your way and get over here

My girl ain't down then it's over

Just tell her that she look good when I'm over there

In the first play, pour one up

Baby don't be too thirsty

Groupie love ain't ever gon' work

See hoes ain't loyal and never keep it lowkey

That ain't alright

I'ma take a shot, couple shots thru the night

Tell a joke, keep it fun, make her feel it's alright

Give you the game wholesale

And bet a hundred that I take 'em to the hotel

[Full Hook: Kid Ink & Chris Brown]

I said why you over there lookin' at me?

While I'm with my girlfriend

Why you over there lookin' at me and my girlfriend?

Let's take it to the hotel, let's take it to the hotel

Take it to the hotel, baby leave with me

Know I got a penthouse suite

I said why you over there lookin' at me?

While I'm with my girlfriend

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

It's kinda hard when I see you lookin' over here

With them eyes

I got a girl but I'm feelin' your body

So I'ma have to just play both sides

I hope she don't come over here

Cause I'm with my girl, you know I love her

I got two of my bitches in the club

And they about each other, oh no

[Verse 3: Kid Ink]

But a nigga never Paranoid

You fuckin' with a man not a little boy

What? I could barley hear your little voice

In the club but your body makin' all the noise

Clap it up, stack it up

Where your purse? Just pack it up

Grab her hand, tell her we should go now

If you really wanna take this party to the hotel

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]

Over there lookin' all suspicious

Get a clue girl, don't be a mystery

I see you likin' on all my pictures

Of me and my bitch

Up in all of our business

So, you gotta know it ain't a limit to

What appeal and a nigga do

Make a straight girl go down

Just bit down

I might fuck around and lick her too

It ain't a problem, my metabolism high

Eat you both up for dinner

Just keep it real with a real mothafucka

Ain't got time for no pretenders

Now just bring it to me

That fleek, that freak, no classy stuff

Been pushin' up, don't pussy now

Bitch what you really on?

[Hook]

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Kid Ink – Blunted – Lyrics

Blunted by Kid Ink

[Intro]

I got 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Blunted, blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

[Verse 1]

I got 1.5 for the red eye flight

If you tryna get high bitch just my type

Sittin' in the room full of disco lights

Pair of shades on, I'm the coolest nigga on sight

Tell 'em hide that, where the fuck you buy that?

I can't even try that, glad I got my own shit wit me

Catch up, if it's OG match up

But you ain't got a Swisher then we ain't gon' session

This mothafuckin' weed so sticky

Breakin' this down get ya fingers so messy

You gon' put a hole in the blunt, keep rushin'

Shoulda used a grinder ho, then [?]

You could say I'm an addict

Got a gram of the wax if you need a dab hit

Must keep it in a jar cause these niggas cabbage

What you smoke, 420 is my fuckin' average, imagine

Blunted, blunted, know you can smell me comin'

Said blunted, blunted, everybody always like "sell me somethin'"

But this sack cost more than a 20

You can roll one of mine just wrap it like a mummy

Straight top shelf in the store

Stole the connect, now I get it for the low

So you know I got...

[Hook]

1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Smoke about a pound in a month

I don't even pay no attention

I got 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Stay blunted, blunted, blunted

Where the blunt at?

Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

Blunted, blunted, where the blunt at?

I got 1.5 for the blunt

Go ahead and pass me a Swisher

Stay...

[Verse 2]

Roll one for the niggas who fronted, for the bitches who want it

Roll one for the money, roll one to the face

That's 4 if you countin', high as a mountain, all for these ounces

Stuck in the middle of the couch with cotton mouth

I need a sip from the fountain

So gone think I left a couple nugs at ya crib

Make sure you hit a nigga when you found 'em

Blunted, blunted, me and my niggas treat weed like money

Said blunted, blunted, if I smell another seed I'm runnin'

Said, no sticks, takin' shots while you hittin' bricks

Know I got the juice and you niggas nowhere in the mix

Be consistent, what you smoke hit or miss

I roll up OG every intermish

O-OG, make a mothafucka OD

Hit ya body like morphine, army

Babysittin' the blunt, I'll get you a car seat

Fuck what it cost me, these dividends is all goin' to the medicine

It ain't one of the 7 sins, rollin' with these 7 grams

Sorry baby if there's weed hangin' out the end

But its...

[Hook]

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Kid Ink – Cool Back – Lyrics

Cool Back by Kid Ink

[Verse 1]

I walk in this bitch like a mah'fuckin' villain

I'm just tryna bring cool back

Can't too many motherfuckers pull that off

Lookin' like a million dollar outfit

Nah nigga that's me, it don't matter what it costs

Make it look good

Had it on 'fore you seen it in a look book

Said you ain't fuckin' with a young fresh ass nigga

Fashion police should arrest that nigga

Okay, okay, kay, kay, okay

I'm with a model ass bitch out in St. Tropez

In some high ass heels, can't stand all day

It's a price for your beauty, baby girl I pay

[Hook]

I walk in this bitch like a mah'fuckin' villain

Fashion police should arrest that nigga

I walk in this bitch like a mah'fuckin' villain

Fashion police should arrest that nigga

I'm just tryna bring cool back

I'm just tryna bring cool back

[Verse 2]

I walk in like Joker

Livin' like Bruce Wayne, can I get a toast to

All of the light skin girls and the mochas

Tryna get it in for the night, no emotions, motions

My way, everything I own off of the runway

Talkin' bout the girls and even the white [?]

[?]

I'm way too fresh go on let a nigga cook

Money on the cover nigga, I'm that book

Know you went to the store, they ain't have this

All you mah'fuckers look like last year

And I

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

I walk in this bitch like a mah'fuckin' villain

Waxin' a blunt, waxin' a denim

Rodeo for the linen

And I'm a cool nigga out in Beverly Hills like Dilla

Okay, okay, wavin' this dede all up in your face

See the OJ glove, red carpet killa

Rest of you nigga just see filas

Say ain't nobody cooler

All you dirty mah'fuckers look like Kunta

Walk right by get a wet in the [?]

Still yo' bitch nigga like king koopa

When

[Hook] (x2)

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Kid Ink – Show Me (Remix) – Lyrics

Show Me (Remix) by Kid Ink

[Intro]

Mustard on the beat, ho

[Bridge 1: Chris Brown]

Baby let me put your panties to the side (uh)

I'mma make you feel alright (right, right)

'Cause I'mma give you what you need, yeah

Mami you remind me of something (uh)

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

Cause you remind me of something (uh)

Girl you gotta show me (alright)

You remind me of something (uh)

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

You remind me of something (uh)

Girl you gotta show me

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]

Uh, on the real no lie

I don't know what it is but you just my type (yeah)

Everything just right (right), B said put it to the left

Don't listen to the hype though (whoo)

Got a cup in your hand (hand)

Baby sitting but you ain't got no kids

We ain't leaving 'til there ain't no more left (yeah)

Can't see no time on the Rolex (no)

I could tell you a freak, go show it

Looking for the after party, where to go at? (whoo)

Go on the floor like a doormat (uh)

Baby you know where to throw that

I said...

[Hook: Chris Brown]

Mami you remind me of something (baby you remind me) (uh)

But I don't know what it is (I don't know)

Cause you remind me of something (uh)

Girl you gotta show me, yeah (alright)

You remind me of something (uh)

But I don't know what it is right now (I don't know)

Cause you remind me of something (uh)

Girl you gotta show me

[Bridge 2: Chris Brown & Kid Ink]

Baby if you know what it is

On a real, can't lie, man you just my type

Hands in the air looking for a bitch right now

On a real, can't lie, man you just my type

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]

Uh, so tell me what your name is

I don't really care who you came with (no)

Unless you got a couple friends look like you

My bad if my ex try to fight you

Roll up soon as I roll in

Security better get with the program

Too deep, ain't know where to stand

So high, ain't nowhere to land

You remind me of something missing

Misses, you got my full attention

Listen, let go of the tension

If I get a minute, I'll put your bad ass in detention

[Bridge 1]

[Bridge 2]

[Break: Chris Brown]

Oh baby show me, show me something

Tomorrow I might be hungover, but that don't mean nothing

You see all night long, I've been wrong

Baby show me something

She gon' let me do it

[Bridge 1]

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