Kid Ink - Last Time lyrics
[Kid Ink - Last Time lyrics]
Last time I felt like this I
Swear I was on one
Last time I felt like this
I swear nigga on one
I be on some shit they ain't ready for
Pull up in the whip, they ain't ready for
With a bunch of bad bitches
They ain't ready for
See high they get, they ain't ready for
Come see for yourself, I turn up
Don't need no help
With a bunch of bad bitches
Trying to wild out
Girl so bad, put her on time out
Looking for the real, you can find out
Tell her there's a party back in my house
If I can't chose I can parlor
I ain't sitting in the back
I don't give a fuck, no
Shake that ass when the bass hit
Hope I don't forget it to the waitress
It's trouble in the air, I can taste it
Bottle in my hand, I'm a face it
It's Mustard on the beat
Ho, and anything bang, no reload
A nigga in the game, no chick ho
Tear it like the motherfucking cico
Now everything automatic, walk in this bitch
If I want it I grab it
Going in like a nigga never had it
Walk on green like on motherfucking caddy
Nowhere in my range, not in my car
Get out of my lane i'm sitting at the bar
Drink away my pain before I go insane
They ain't ready for, yeah
They ain't ready for
It's Kid Ink, they ain't ready for
Alumni, they ain't ready for
Ill Will, they ain't ready for
Hardhead, they ain't ready for
DJ Tech, they ain't ready for
Devin Cruise, they ain't ready for
Swear I was on one
Last time I felt like this
I swear nigga on one
I be on some shit they ain't ready for
Pull up in the whip, they ain't ready for
With a bunch of bad bitches
They ain't ready for
See high they get, they ain't ready for
Come see for yourself, I turn up
Don't need no help
With a bunch of bad bitches
Trying to wild out
Girl so bad, put her on time out
Looking for the real, you can find out
Tell her there's a party back in my house
If I can't chose I can parlor
I ain't sitting in the back
I don't give a fuck, no
Shake that ass when the bass hit
Hope I don't forget it to the waitress
It's trouble in the air, I can taste it
Bottle in my hand, I'm a face it
It's Mustard on the beat
Ho, and anything bang, no reload
A nigga in the game, no chick ho
Tear it like the motherfucking cico
Now everything automatic, walk in this bitch
If I want it I grab it
Going in like a nigga never had it
Walk on green like on motherfucking caddy
Nowhere in my range, not in my car
Get out of my lane i'm sitting at the bar
Drink away my pain before I go insane
They ain't ready for, yeah
They ain't ready for
It's Kid Ink, they ain't ready for
Alumni, they ain't ready for
Ill Will, they ain't ready for
Hardhead, they ain't ready for
DJ Tech, they ain't ready for
Devin Cruise, they ain't ready for