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Kid Ink - Down 4 lyrics
Uhh speakers up, loud weed
 Rollin in the back seat
 Smokin on that loud seed
 The clouds in my back seat
 I just want that
 I just want that
 Money like an athlete
 Say that I'm the realest nigga
 Here if you ask me
 Uhh, yea I'm on fire
 Come and ash me
 Just crept in feelin
 Greater than your gatsby
 You aint gotta
 You aint gotta, gas me
 High out the galaxy
No gravity
 But I can feel her grabbin me
 Shawtty wanna little bit
 Yeaa uhh take her home
 Homicide
 Kill that shit temperpidic
 I spill that shit still baby
 You can feel that shit
 Drippin down your legs
 I'm about to go in I hope you
 Ready for it
 Uhhhh it aint hard to tell
 I gotta question for youKid Ink - Down 4 - http://motolyrics.com/kid-ink/down-4-lyrics.html
 I aint really in to guessing
 So just tell me
 What you down for
 Tell me what you down for
 Tell me what you down for
 Tell me what you down for
 This aint nothin new
 Baby you should come around more
 We could have a good time
 That's what she around for
 Tell me what you down for
 Tell me what you down for
 Tell me what you down
 Fooooorrrr, yeaaaahhh
 We can get into it
 Tell'er I said turn the speakers up
 Now we don't give a fuck
 Blunt lit one hit go me on some good shit
 Bat tat tat batgang what it is bitch
 Four B's up you can tellem big business
 But I can feel her grabbin me
 Shawtty wanna little bit
 Yeaa uhh take her home
 Homicide
 Kill that shit temperpidic
 I spill that shit still baby
 You can feel that shit
 Drippin down your legs
 I'm about to go in I hope you
 Ready for it









