Kid Ink

[fox69]

"Love Ya"

"Love Ya"


I love you any kind of way just say whats on your mind
(Yeah)
There's nothing I can do with a woman like you but love
I love you any kind of way just say whats on your mind

Uhh yeah she's my little freak, booby call never call till the week
Damn, on the saturday to sunday call bitch eat her like the sunday
Straight downtown like a one way, track star watcha' I run game
Got that good good but she's mad as fuck beat that pussy down
Every time she act uh, all these niggas tryna wait for
But I ain't love that girl I just like her, I got a girl at home she's just like her
Tryna have a little fun for tonight cuz...

Nothing I can do with a woman like you but love..
I love you in any kind of way just say what's on your mind
There's nothing I can do with a woman like you but love
I love you in any kind of way just say what's on your mind

Uhh there's nothing that I wanna do to you but to do to you so beautiful
Damn let me treat you better baby in your birthday soon yeah we celebratin'
There's rose and patron kush blow but I oh at the party back at my home yeah
Now eat her like is nowhere tell from your coolest smile baby oh yeah
Hahah yeah you gotta front it baby see you over there runnin in the air
Be well I might bite you I have no fear Yeah woooh

There's nothing I can do with a woman like you but love
I love you in any kind of way just say what's on your mind [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Lowkey Poppin'"

"Lowkey Poppin'"


[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck about the time
Stuck inside the fireway
We up all night
Feeling like a vampire
Ya I see ya
Over there with your crew
Shawty get it I can get it like we do
Got it lowkey poppin over here, ya [x3]
It's lowkey poppin over here
ya

[Verse 1]
Now if you meet me in the club
Guarantee to see a bottle pop
Know we got it lowkey
Poppin like a bottom lock
And I don't know the time but I know we on a model watch
Cuz early in the morning tell them toast
Mazel Tov
Said I'm bout to put it down
Emo
Soon as I walk in they jump on me like Dino
Very important people got their hands up like a heist
And baby let me get you high
I hope you're not afraid of heights
All night, damn right i got a full prescription
I'll be stuck inside the vibe got a full subscriptions
Takin shot after shot like a full blown semi
Do it big and every minute y'all make em tell em

[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck about the time
Stuck inside the fireway
We up all night
Feeling like a vampire
Ya I see ya
Over there with your crew
Shawty get it I can get it like we do
Got it lowkey poppin over here, ya [x3]
It's lowkey poppin over here
ya

[Verse 2]
Back to the ceiling got everybody excited
Goin goin crazy club look like an asylum
I think I'm Chris Angel
Feel like I can levitate
While everybody stares
I think that I might take the elevator
See you at the top you may spot me like a freckle
Pocket full of presidential
Rozay redder than a vessels
Got me twisted like a pretzel
You ain't no where near my level hoe
I'm breezy as a polar bear
Cooler than the eskimo
With bitches on my back
Whole world on my shoulders
You can tell the bartender to make my drink a little stronger
Smokey as a locomotive on the trains to the sky
Know we been here for a while
Might have lost track of my mind but tell em

[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck about the time
Stuck inside the fireway
We up all night
Feeling like a vampire
Ya I see ya
Over there with your crew
Shawty get it I can get it like we do
Got it lowkey poppin over here, ya [x3]
It's lowkey poppin over here
ya

[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck about the time
Stuck inside the fireway
We up all night
Feeling like a vampire
Ya I see ya
Over there with your crew
Shawty get it I can get it like we do
Got it lowkey poppin over here, ya [x3]
It's lowkey poppin over here
ya

 

[fox69]

"Main Chick"
(feat. Chris Brown)

"Main Chick"
(feat. Chris Brown)



[Intro: Kid Ink]
I told her "fuck that nigga"

Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came...
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
We sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
You looking real familiar, I could just be a lil' drunk
I don't know your name, it's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But, girl, I'm just saying
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like a one time
Throw a sign when you really tryn' go
Got the car parked right at the door

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Nah, and you don't know my name, no
Just in case you' the feds; I don't know ya
I might poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you... came
Tryna be my main chick (yeah)
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizing the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning (wait)
Fly mo'fucka, everything is imported (wait)
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas, all over you
But you all over here, on me (on me)
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya (nope)
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Baby, why you playin'? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What you thinking 'bout me taking you down, yeah
I can be your man when he's not around, yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Main Chick (Remix)"
(feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)

"Main Chick (Remix)"
(feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)



[Intro: Chris Brown]
I told her "fuck that nigga"

(Mustard on the beat ho)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I don't know your name, but you've heard my name
I know why you came...
Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name
Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick
I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with
I told her "Fuck that nigga"
(I don't know ya)

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
We sitting in the back of the club
Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)
Uhh you looking real familiar, I could just be a lil' drunk
I don't know your name, it's a goddamn shame
I don't know how to explain it for ya
But, girl, I'm just saying
If you got a man back home, I don't know him
What, just keep it on the hush
Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush
Walk on green, I can even hear the putt
K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline
Get a couple shots when it's crunch time
Ducking from my ex like a one time
Throw a sign when you really tryn' go
Got the car parked right at the door

[Hook]

[Tyga:]
AHHH
A-all on my line with the same text
Fresh off the P.Jet trynna get your pussy wet
You super ready, shawty I know that
If homie got a problem, we address him, tell him hold that
Toat that
All my niggas flame up the yoda
We could leave in the roaster
Doing shit you ain't suppose ta
Rozzay, rolex, sex in your new Lex
Got a lot of condos I could put you in one
Ahhh
T-raw I'm something like your papi now, she getting use to me
She happy now, watching bridesmaids, think she got it made now
Ass up, face down, puff, pass the weed around
Young hitter, she just wanna doggy style
Pumping snoop album now, balling on the balcony
What's your name.. Natalie
I ain't even asking ya, I just know you bad as fuck
BUT I DON'T

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Nah, and you don't know my name, no
Just in case you' the feds, I don't know ya
Uh I might'a poured you a drink
But don't let it go to your head
I know why you... came
Tryna be my main chick (yeah)
Passenger side when I lane switch
Top back, two seats only
Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them
We just seizing the moment
Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning (wait)
Fly mo'fucka, everything is imported (wait)
Don't try to act too important
I know your game
You got a gang of niggas, all over you
But you all over here, on me (on me)
Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya (nope)
Bad bitch only thing I'll call you

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Baby, why you playin'? You heard my name
I know why you came
She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang
Let's do that thang
What you thinking 'bout me taking you down, yeah
I can be your man when he's not around, yeah

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Messin' Up My High"

"Messin' Up My High"


I've been waiting for this song, all night.
Sorry if I can't talk right now...
But you messin' up my high, high high high
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Just turn up the music [x2]

Tataturn it up, little higher
I just took a shot, got me feelin wired
I ain't finna talk, I came to shut it down
And I know you're tired with your runnin mouth
So give me 50 feet, please let the speakers break
Nah you don't need to speak or say a thing
Cause you messin up the song sorry but your messin up my zone

I've been waiting for this song, all night.
Sorry if I can't talk right now...
But you messin' up my high, high high high
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Just turn up the music [x2]

Super high, Scotty beam me out
Buzz kill, why you tryna bring me down
Shoe fly, cause I'm too fly
Talkin out yo ass, too ply
I don't care what the word is
I'm sittin high on the plan no service
You're breaking up like a girl do
No I ain't tryna be rudee

I've been waiting for this song, all night.
Sorry if I can't talk right now...
But you messin' up my high, high high high
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Just turn up the music [x2]

Sorry I ain't tryna have a conversation right now
Just tryna hear the music with the speakers up loud
Feel good on the high ain't tryna come down
I just need you to turn up the volume turn up the volume can you turn up the volume ugh

I've been waiting for this song, all night.
Sorry if I can't talk right now...
But you messin' up my high, high high high
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Don't wanna hear what your talkin bout
Just turn up the music [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Money And The Power"

"Money And The Power"


[Intro:]
Money and the power
Once you get a 'lil they just want to take you down (cause)
I got the money and the power
Once you get a 'lil they just want to take you down (cause)
We’ve been going hard for too long
Can’t get enough, what is you on?
Really ain’t nothing, I could drop that
Wake up in the morning, make it all back

[Verse 1:]
It’s nothing, nothing to get it poppin’
Wanna roll. Roll up, up, and away
Here we go now
Now Martin had a dream, I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout gold
Tell ‘em I just wanna shine, and I gotta let it show
Show up on the scene, walk right through the door
Got a nigga on repeat, it’s my double up flow
Vibrate the whole building, I ain’t ringing through your phone
Waiting ’til the smoke clear, can you see me through the fog?
Fall back, it could go all bad
We be goin’ hard with your ex, oh Tic-tac
Tacky motherfuckers must not be hip yet
Life is a bitch, but I bet I get that bitch wet

[Hook:]
We, we’ve been going hard for too long
Can’t get enough, what is you on? (Yeah)
Really ain’t nothing, I can drop that
Wake up in the morning, make it all back
We, we’ve been going hard for too long
We, we’ve been going hard for too long
Ma-money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down (cause)

[Verse 2:]
But I’m ready, ready, so you can tell ‘em to bring it on
On a whole other level of high, no phone
Foes all mad ’cause the dough don’t fold
Forget about your plans, we ain’t leavin’ ’til it close
Close to the top, I can barely see the ground
With the whole team here, everybody get around
Look like a parade when we’re coming through your town
One hand to the sky, two feet to the ground
Wait, can’t stop ’til the sun’s up
Party everywhere ever since I got my funds up
Yup, pray to God it never run out
Off that loud, burnin’ rubber, need to slow it down

[Hook:]

[Bridge:]
Mon-money and the power
Once you get a little, they just wanna take you down, (cause [x2])
That, that’s how it is
When you fuckin’ with me, you should know how it goes
That, that’s how it is
I’ve got a bottle in my hand and a pocket full of dough

[Outro:]

 

[fox69]

"More Than A King"

"More Than A King"


[Intro:]
An honest man often grows cruel
When converted into an absolute prince
Born from power, a bitter from fear
The madness, the treachery
The strong mixture of troubles
It is a man's own mind
Not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways
More than a man, more than a king
More like God!

[Bridge:]
I feel like (like)
More than a man, more than a king, more like God
It's more than a city, more than a dream where we are
Feels so super human
Everything's so super fly

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I don't need no cake
Comin in hot nigga beat yo brakes
Wait, erry'body sound so reckless
King me, these niggas still playin checkers
Me? A nigga stay chest to chest
Let somebody else check the check
In my city protect yo neck
It's more than a method man of the year, uh
The man of the hour, sold-out shows for I sold one out
Ridin round with this gold A on my chest like Al
Whole team winnin, OG hit a homerun, we chillin
We don't talk much til you pc niggas
It's showtime, check yo TV nigga
I'm 1080p HD, seeing everything clear through my red eyes
Runnin these streets past me, get it right when you see a nigga zoom by
Zoom out, you're standing way too close
Groupie boy worse than a new hoe
Cold heart growin, need a new coat
Too high, tryna find my new low

[Interlude:]
Dominion over nature
Crosses the line into the relation to other men
Proper appetite and desire
Becomes lust and passion
The dominion that man is to have over nature
He also seeks to have over his brothers
So crossing the line of his own proper dominion
And crossing on gods
Only God is to have dominion over all

[Verse 2:]
Uh, so I just sit back and laugh at em
Blowin kush and success my bad habit
Sacrifices I might take a stab at em
Feelin ain't no man like me since Adam
Ask me these actors is half assin'
I'm a active, addict but I action
Racks in, racks out, girl keep flashin
Fact is, little life that you niggas fashion
Hard to ball when ain't one to pass it
In the past but I was way too passionate
Way too much drive, almost crashin
To the casket, fuck that to the ashes
Uh, burn one nigga, off so much style, know you heard my nigga
Uh, what's the word my nigga
Been gone since November my nigga uh
Yea, tell a bitch kick the feet out
Anything she left, left me like regal
Lit em on fire, take take em all down
Pull out the shots and take it like pow
Faded off my own strain
Better pull to the side, this is my own lane
Speedin over limit, hittin corners in a maze
I can see where we going, hope the signs don't change

More than a man, more than a king, more like God
More than a man, more than a king, more like God
More than a man, more than a king... more like God

 

[fox69]

"Ms Jane"

"Ms Jane"



She's the only one I care about
My baby really knocks me out
We're as happy as can be
She really got a hold on me
Ms. Jane I just wanna tell you that I love you
I love you so high never put no one above you
Something about the things that you do to me
I'm a break you down into little pieces
Hm ya, You such a knock out, Sky is the limit and I ride clouds
Say you got the fire can I try it now
Looking up at the heavens but I'm high as hell
Roll another one, might as well
It ain't nothing but a word in I Excel?
Ya you got me on another level never hard to find I'm connected like a lego
Every time we ride got to role up all the windows till it's smoky as a train
I can barley see a thing man
Don't wanna be with out her every single night I can't sleep without her cause
She's the only one I care about
My baby really knocks me out
We're as happy as can be
She's really got a hold on me
Ms. Jane I just wanna tell you that I love you
I love you so high never put no one above you
Something about the things that you do to me
I'm a break you down into little pieces
We have such a great time
Birthday 4/20 we the same sign
Smile when I look into your green eyes
Split a swisher down b line
You got my mind in a daze and we party hard like it's the end of our days amen
Any higher I'm a take a trip to heaven
She's my medic relieve my head ache
Oh oh dr. jane but I call her ms.
Only need 30 min and I'm already missin her
Woo don't wanna be without her cause
She's the only one I care about
My baby really knocks me out
We're as happy as can be
She really got hold of me
Ms. Jane I just wanna tell you that I love you
I love you so high never put no one above you
Something about the things that you do to me
I'm a break you down into little pieces
Ya
Roll up
Woo

 

[fox69]

"Murda"
(feat. Pusha T)

"Murda"
(feat. Pusha T)



[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I got a piece, for all the drama
Walking around like I'm president Obama
Yeah you see me with the team, deeper than the secret service
Drop-drop-drop it down baby girl, you know it's worth it
Heard you looking for the shit, go get some tissue
Let's pay some bills, pockets fatter than a Swisha
It's Rocketshipshawty 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 fucking murder
Pull up, more shots in the burner, nah
All I see is ass, prolly looking so perverted
Getting money is the crime, baby guilty is the verdict
(We up)

[Bridge: Kid Ink]
Get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high)

[Hook: Kid Ink 2x]
You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
Shots in the burner
More shots in the burner

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
The king had a dream, I think I'm living
They say they're sour cause they're riding 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 rocking 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
Playing with your straw, I've been staring at you sipping
You ain't innocent at all, it's fucking murder
Turn up, more shots in the burner
Saying that you're straight as an arrow, I can turn you
Baby ain't nobody flyer, I know you can feel the turbulence
(We up)

[Bridge: Kid Ink]

[Hook: Kid Ink]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
No angels allowed
Baby you ain't innocent, caught up in that whirlwind
Molly in the evening, girls kissing girls, and
I ain't here to judge at all, tryna get my twirl in
Benefits of fucking with 'em, shitting on your girlfriends
Woo! The party girls run the night, baby
Hah, cause boring bitches ain't my type, ladies
Mix it up, I'm in the French vanilla white lady
And got rich selling all this ice ice baby
Murda, murda, shots coming from everywhere
Glow in the dark, Don P's flowing heavy here (YUGH!)
Another movie in the making
Starring all these bitches, on these couches half naked
(Push)

Let em hate [15x]

 

[fox69]

"My City"
(feat. Killa Kyleon, Red Cafe & Machine Gun Kelly)

"My City"
(feat. Killa Kyleon, Red Cafe & Machine Gun Kelly)



[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'm a 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:]
Midwest in this bitch! Cleveland, what the fuck is up?!?
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'm a 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.