Kid Ink - Woop Woop (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kid Ink - Woop Woop (en) Lyrics
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All I gotta do is pull up with
the pound right now and I could
get high with you (yeah)
All she gotta do is drop somethin'
down, move around, while I pitch
a couple bands to the roof
Let's bend a couple rules and get
another room, that's a lil' more
private, all eyes on you
All you gotta do is (ooh), motivate
me with your movement
While I throwing all these dead pres'
Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
You don't want check for damage
I put that ass to bed rest
Watch me pull up in the coupe
Two seat, I got the double
with the scoop
But it's a group, same niggas
from the stu' (with me)
Dub city, I just send a alley oop
From the window to the wall
With the southshade from me when
the money start to fall (okay)
Lookin' like Lamelo when I ball,
might pump fake then watch
'em jump criss-cross
I take my hand and I put on your waist
She look and tell me nigga,
this ain't no race
It's all good I can move
with your pace
While I wait I'ma break
it down like
Roll some then we blow it to the moon
Hit the gas and you feel that
shit like vroom vroom
Legs up and I act that shit like
Need a boom boom boom baby
I'm feeling like J.F.K
Waving at the top of
the hook, go crazy
Apeshit, got them bitches
jumpin' out their cages
But can't get close, cause
I'm way too famous
Still tryna keep it humble
While she bang, in the mirror
see the gun smoke
Break it down need chains
for the hundo'
Every man for themselves
while you rumbo
I'mma get you up and out them Balmains
See you walking by the hill with no
string, (no strings) no strings
Simple and plain before your mind
change let's ride a
Pump the gas and you feel that
shit like vroom vroom
You don't wanna check for damage
I put that ass to Paris
Watch me hit em with the finesse
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