Kid Ink, Pusha T - Murda lyrics
[Kid Ink, Pusha T - Murda lyrics]
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)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
Shots in the burner more shots in the burner
The king had a dream, I think im 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)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
Shots in the burner more shots in the burner
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
Benefit's 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)
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)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
Shots in the burner more shots in the burner
The king had a dream, I think im 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)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
Get higher (Get high) get higher (Get high)
You ain't innocent at all
It's, it's fucking murder
Shots in the burner more shots in the burner
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
Benefit's 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)