Kid Ink - Drop It Low ft. Tory Lanez Lyrics

Kid Ink - Drop It Low ft. Tory Lanez Lyrics:

Girl I can’t even lie, … touched by you
Every time you drop it low for me, drop it low for me
Shawty you gotta see it
But let me keep it I can keep it on the floor Shawty
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
I’m drinking, I’m riding, my language is private
Your … on my dick, I’m so fly, I’m sky sick
And I’m prolly gonna … chicks in there
Got a couple bad bitches and I’m fixing there
Got a body so sick and I’m fixing there
I see you, …
… I ain’t got no time to waste
Plus … something I ain’t never had no time to chase
Them bitches … like …
When we see that lingerie, … your face
Grinding like I’m trying to escape
My chick wear designer …
And my hoe is on that new new,
Y’all whose I just kind of lame
We been in the shower for an hour
Then …
And I’ma get you wetter than a fountain place sway
Girl I can’t even lie, … touched by you
Every time you drop it low for me, drop it low for me
Shawty you gotta see it
But let me keep it I can keep it on the floor Shawty
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor

Dropt it on the floor
And drop it like a hot potato
Wear eyes like a tomato
Cause I’m hot off that …
If you’re looking for the bitches
Got a stable at my table
For housewife…like a tornado
I’ma throw this money, yeah that presidential shower
Turn the club into a white house,
Second bottle but who’s counting
… champagne swaying like a fountain
Get your … call me…
Going up like the …
… low, low, low… top it like …
Bring it back, back, …she got that … ass, better than
Girl I can’t even lie, … touched by you
Every time you drop it low for me, drop it low for me
Shawty you gotta see it
But let me keep it I can keep it on the floor Shawty
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor
Let me get that low, low, low, ass get on the floor.

Tory Lanez - Konichiwa Lyrics

Tory Lanez - Konichiwa Lyrics:

Beijing to Saigon, Beijing to Saigon

Konichiwa Bitches from Beijing to Saigon

Beijing to Saigon, Beijing to Saigon

[Verse 1]

Say Konichiwa umm, all you niggas know who I am

I rock diamond wooden ? threw some pieces on my timing

I’m in everything that’s fresh and fantastic, yes it gets spastic

and all my measures is drastic like rocking leather in Afri- ca

ha, I’m laughing at you dumbass niggas

bitch, hiking ass gotta give you thumb ass niggas

I aint throw it away, I’m no bum-ass nigga

Give me Jordans and J’s, just a young ass nigga

I wear Levis that be hot as the streets out in Hialeah

I’m watching Eli in the hummer, I’m screaming “Andele E.I”

It’s funny I got your honey, told her welcome to the beehive

I can see why, I can be why the reason you niggas hate

I’m a grinder, that’s just a reminder

You can look around for your girl, you won’t find her

Telling me to chill, I don’t really have the time to

Ohhh where your girl from? Uh, Japan or China

And I’m Just

[Hook]

Konichiwa Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

Konichiwa Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches

(We don’t talk no more, we make statements)

Konichiwa Bitches

Konichiwa Bitches

Konichiwa Bitches from Beijing to Saigon

Beijing to Saigon, Beijing to Saigon

Konichiwa Bitches from Beijing to Saigon

Beijing to Saigon, Beijing to Saigon

[Verse 2]

Say Konichiwale, uchi wale, uzzi bang bang

Mami from Japan, and probably on your rang-a-lang

And you niggas won’t bang-a-thing

I’m wally? wipe your gang-and-them

So if you haters hate me you can lollipop my gang-i-lang

I’m banging like the motherflucking bass up on the treble

I swear I eat these beats and I can taste the instrumental

Your girl says I’m running through the mazes of her mental

She give me brain she don’t wanna keep the taste up in her dental

Man I know chicks, I got more chicks

I got fast chicks, I got slow chicks

I know flexible chicks that can do gymnastics and aerobics

I know that chick, I know your chick

And I do my singing for chicks

I know more tricks than a magician who know tricks

She say ‘oh shit’, cuz I better get her wetter than the ocean

If you say no to Lanez then p-ssy nigga you don’t know shit

I’m so dope that you can smoke this out in alleyways and porches

I be balling like I’m bowling, but hit strike like it’s a protest in the poaches

Swavey

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Uh, last verse but the nigga back first

With a billi and a milli and I’m really back for firmly rappers, or silly actors

And I’m going for a bong and I’m on a ladder

And I got a couple women that be living in my city and they can’t talk with me unless they really looking pretty

And the niggas call their phone cuz they really is pity cuz they really give me dome in a tele in a tele

And I’m getting in their belly, really getting ready

Hot like a chilli pepper sitting in the middle of a dessert

I’ma give ya’ll what ya bitches de-nali?

And I be getting blown out when I’m sipping Cavalli

I keep it dirty like bad black chick in an alley

but I be clean like a wiped white chick in a valley

I got a girl in Miami, a chick up in Cali

I do bitch hoes I should be rowdy

Wait, Hold the phone, I’m on the phone

The young soldier, the boy known to hold his own

I make an Atlanta bitch give me Georgia dome

And if I ever am rich I am more than known

The type of balling you gotta put Jordan on

And no, this alcohol got me more than gone

And if you aint heard I’m balling then your source is wrong

And I’ve been looking for a grill like a scorching own

Escort your own to the Porsche owned

And I run this shit like a course baton

My bag is Louis and of course Vuitton

In the air nigga and I aint got my Forces on

I eat rappers and get a full coursing on

Lame, yall niggas get a full torching on

And if you aint doing right then of course it’s wrong

But ima kill them Dr. Kevorkian

Konichiwa Bitches

Swavey

DJ Ill Will – HNHH Cypher ft Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los, Tory Lanez Lyrics

DJ Ill Will – HNHH Cypher ft Kid Ink, Meek Mill, Los, Tory Lanez Lyrics:

(Kid Ink)

I said its kid ink baby

turn to the max like tj

body tagged up like the bottom of the free way

game don’t like it niggas need to get a key made

run this shit it aint nothing but a relay

it ain’t nothing you can tell us

bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer’s

this ain’t no how i act like summa

going head up with me bring a motherfuckin helmet

you niggas just special ed

all i see is green but my eyes so red

and all i do is win got a room full of clouds

bout to take another shot but I’m used to the fouls

i ball it

you could take 2 to the mouth its illumni

throw it up 2 to the south

tell them deuces

just put 2 in the air

so sick said it must be the flu in the air

if you do it big then i prolly did it od

thought it was a dream but i aint never get no sleep

up all night gettin higher then the nose bleed

swear i was raised by beats like moblique

came from the bottom

rats in the roaches

now niggas blunts aint as fat as my roaches

bout to go HAM, ya n-ggas just kosher

I’ma shark in the water, see the fin then its over

(Meek Mill)

They were sleeping on me

Time for me to wake them up

Counting all these fucking babies

till I get a paper cut

kill the competition

now ? then I make them up

Only time we Black and Yellow

when the caution tape is up

ha, that record dead

memory of

spitting that crack

this really is drugs

theres hate in the air

I ain’t feeling the love

you like an irritating fly

I’m killing your buzzzzz

I’m eating the beat

this is pacman

I’m on the grind

like a motherfucking lap dance

shorty gonn’ do whatever

says shes a rap fan

Every nigga round me

Robin, Batman

All black coupes

All black wheels

step out the line

ima show you how that mac feel

I’m like she ? in the corner of that backfield

? or get your motherfucking cap pilled?

rolling and then swerving and ? through ur neighborhood

let my money do the talking

I aint gotta say Im good

Who is that

I ain’t gotta say I would

riding like an engine bitch

I ain’t gotta say I’m hood

I tell a hoe to follow me

and swallow me

I be spending money

like I fucking hit the lottery

If I ever hit your girl

then this is my apology

These suckas they be tripping

bout these bitches trynna body me

(Los)

I’m about to go over round my arm

lean a way that I could feel it now

tali round my head

Taliban knock the building down

High cock blocker

I’m a fly top shotter

In my all red rims

like a high top Prada

on my mommas mouth to the drama

and lies would be gripping from my lips

as I’m spitting that shit that Osama be gripping

hungry as a poverty stricken

robbery victim

where the rascals of waffles and chickens

win the lottery ticket

And your girl let me pop it in real life

I beat it like they locked me in a room

with the doctor that killed Mike

I feel like, put me in a field let the field lights

shine on the field now watch me kill all the field mice

I’m anthrax you tampax

I’m about to go Amtrax

Jack Black black Jack

got the track saran wrap

stand back I’m slamming an antagonist

slapping you faggots putting the can in a bandwagon

swag of the century, mack and the bench of three

I hear it was nothing trying to crack it eventually

rappers they mention me

boy I put this on my mother

you’ll end up interscope

Im jus trynna warner brother

still getting cheescake on these dummies

deal or no deal i got a briefcase full of money

Jahlil on the beat, Will hosting this shit

and its T-Lanez, Ink, Meek, and Los in this bitch

(Tory Lanez)