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Kid Ink( Brian Todd Collins )
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Holey Moley
Eghh, eghh
OK, OK, OK
I said it's Kid Ink, baby, rocket ship shawty,
Rocking to the beat, kicking in my Jordans.
You can tell that I'm feeling myself for the moment,
Feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
You can tell that I'm feeling myself holey moley.
Now you know just what it is, running to me like a lap,
Reporting from the left side out the fucking map,
So lit, lit up, ain't a motherfucking match.
Know I gotta stay fly, fly way over your nest.
Might took it too far and I ain't never coming back.
Give a bitch a cold shoulder, all this ice around my neck.
I said this kid ink baby, chain by the kilo,
See you niggas looking at my rings like Smeagol.
Blowing all these swishers, man, fucking up the eco,
and my ego got me feeling like ain't nobody equal.
In this bitch holey moley, moley, pockets stuffed.
Just like ravioli where you at, tell them donde estas
My crib look like Best Buy, might entertain your girlfriend,
Computer love, no question.
You see me rolling with hella bands like Chris Well
How you feeling, you, my best homie,
We out of here, bitch can't show.
I said it's Kid Ink, baby, rocket ship shawty,
Rocking to the beat, kicking in my Jordans.
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You can tell that I'm feeling myself for the moment,
Feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
You can tell that I'm feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, moley, moley in your face.
Gold chain around my neck, gold bottles by the case.
Live a fast life, don't know how to pace it,
Can't lie, don't know about you, but me, nigga, I'm wasted.
Now it's ridiculousness, you lust for this rough stuff,
I leave that pussy rubbed up, wet, bat gang, nigga.
It's set, settle down with all that loud, we be at where you ain't allowed,
Wow, going wow for a while,
Tell a nigga get back, tell a bitch get down,
I ain't never been a dog, but my niggas all hounds.
Alumni we in here, 'til the end of days, no telling,
What I'm about to do in this motherfucker,
But I know what I'm feeling myself.
I said it's Kid Ink, baby, rocket ship shawty,
Rocking to the beat, kicking in my Jordans.
You can tell that I'm feeling myself for the moment,
Feeling myself holey moley.
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
Holey moley, holey moley,
You can tell that I'm feeling myself holey moley.
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