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• Artiste: Kid Ink
• Titre: Woop Woop
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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 Okay 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 mmmh 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 mmmh Need a boom boom boom baby 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 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 himself Royal Rumble Okay 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 lets ride a mmmh Roll some then we blow it to the moon Pump the gas and you feel that shit like vroom vroom Legs up and I act that shit like mmmh Need a boom boom boom baby 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 wanna check for damage I put that ass to bed rest While I throwing all these dead pres' Watch me hit em with the finesse You don't wanna check for damage I put that ass to bed rest