waiting for this moment So I gotta live it up, live it up, live it up Live it up, live it up, live it up Living it up, see me shaded up in the cut Women
been waiting for this moment so i gotta live it up, live it up, live it up live it up, live it up, live it up living it up, see me shaded up in the
been waiting for this moment So I gotta live it up, live it up, live it up Live it up, live it up, live it up Living it up, see me shaded up in the cut
know I gotta keep it 100, 100 get it [Kid Ink:] Ok, I'm so fly I feel like a swan My time is money, ring me alone Flip it to the ceiling watch it do
feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Yea I could
wrote it with hooks, come on [Chorus x2] [Killah Priest] The pen, the pad, the friends I had To the live it ends in vag', it's like grin to a laugh
and declare that this is a tree. but if you add all of the little puzzle pieces together, it makes up one entire picture. but right now, how you live,
away I'm drinking the ink from my pen And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quotable phrase "If you love something, give it
jokes See me; I lived it all from dirt-poorin? and trailer Worried about my mother and never trustin? my neighbors To middle-class with a backyard and my own room To bein? the only black kid
than the tints up on the windshield Welcome to Sin-ville, where niggas on base shit It's lookin' like an infield, high as a Sprint bill What you think? That's reason why this ink
It's been a long time Since I been back around the way It's been a long time Let it spin let spin let it spin Since I been back around your way It's been
up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? (Verse 1- Kid Ink
nerve ta write a jam that you can swerve ta over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha It's probably the kid that half the crews have never hearda
who stack, turn quitters and fold Cash and hydro, eyes low, looking Phillipine Divide dough and regulate, empire stare caked up Raked up a hundred thou, now we all laced up
rail You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried 'Cause it's a suicide Suicide it's a suicide Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide Suicide it's a suicide
