Kid Ink - Supersoaka (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kid Ink - Supersoaka (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, you know
(Murder on the beat so it's not nice)
Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin'
Bend it over, yoga stretchin'
Supersoka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got more, yeah
You know, titties tuggin'
on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin'
where the tool is
Woo, money man on a mission
I got 'em standin' at attention
I just throw my hand like I'm fishin'
I just get that ass some ambition
I'm really hopin' I can touch
it, no conditions
You say you need a shower, well
I got hella ammunition
Just pop somethin' for me,
while I pop another Rosé
Now she lookin' at me
like, "Don't spray"
I'm just sayin', huh, you
don't want the man, huh
Rollin' up a gram, huh, toast
a couple grams high
It's your jam, huh, peanut
butter skin, huh
Where you been all my life?
Where you been? Huh
Parkin' lot pimpin' out
at Follies (woah)
Thought I seen your ass
lookin' thottie (woah)
I kill the scene, zip it up
inside a body bag (yeah)
And then I dump a bag on your bag
You know, Stacey's dad,
shawty clueless
Woah, bend it over, head and shoulders
Money shower, drop and hold it
Your friends bustin' it but
you been talkin' on it
I can tell you, Kelly Rowland
Baby, better get your mind
and your act right
And know that I am not
the holy rap type
She told me sit like my hands
round my back tied
And let her come and take
me on my last ride, woah
Who am I, baby? Who am I?
Cold nigga, pulled pimpin'
like it's do or die
I killed her, zip it up
inside a body bag
And then I throw a bag on your body
You know
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