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KID INK lyrics : "Bad Ass (Remix)"


[Hook: Kid Ink]
I'm feeling like a man of the hour, tear down the house (remix)

Throwin' this money like it's no running out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get any higher? (let's go)


And drop it down the pole like it's a fire
Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad $$#
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad $$#

Let me see just what you're doing with your bad $$# (yeah)
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad $$# (egh)


[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I'm feeling like the man of the hour, but give me a minute
I'll be the man of the year, before the season is finished

I'm on a hunt for that $$#, sazerac pool in your stomach
I hope you know how to swim before I drown you in money
Now girl I ain't even counting, never been into math

You got me going so broke I think that I need a cash
Just throw it all in the air and in yo face like a mask
I got a couple freaky things I dont know if I could ask you

Now come over here and show me that you bad
Straight out detention, no pretending, I can see in yo calves
You got the strength to hold it up and don't you ever collapse

So high I think I'm about to relapse

[Hook]


[Verse 2: Wale]
I'm the man of the hour

Money and power
And the humble ain't feed me so I got that Geechi %#@! out me
And the city is ours

Where the killers devour
Where the ^!$$%s lift Smith ands and the victims lift a few flowers
Okay what I see dog you and me not cool

Bet they be loud when I leave out room
Knowing how you move how you got good shoes
When the heat on ^!$$%s be like pyoom

Young ^!$$% with some old riches
And the coldest women I be with weave on Necole (*##$ie's
The broad let me I sweat it out like P90 get me doe

And I'm sure she's got them cakes but I'm trying to see that throat
35-o-o my coat
We high choking on that dope

Turn around girl let a ^!$$% know
Double M Young Olu ghost


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

I'm feelin' like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These ^!$$%s is haters they know that we eatin'
I got a (*##$ she Jamaican, $#&@ her slow when we speackin'

I get your chick and I take her, talkin' Cabo for the weekend
I'm just a young ^!$$% outchea ballin'
All these bad (*##$es callin'

Rollie all flooded to New Orleans
And a big Rolls Royces, can't park it
Got gold rims on my Ash Martin

And I'm rollin' up in that foreign
I said all my (*##$es half foreign
You could run tell that ask Martin, hold up

I flex hard on Instagram, post your (*##$ goin insta-ham
Pyrex pot that's insta-grams
Drop that work that's insta-bands

And I'm sittin' man, on a couple mill
Swear my life's so $#&@in' real
Back to the wall like $#&@ the world

A ^!$$% say $#&@ me, I'mma $#&@ his girl like woah

[Outro]

Now let me see just what you're doing with your bad $$#
I can't help but watch you move it with your bad $$#
Let me see just what you're doing with your bad $$#

I can't help but watch you move it with your bad $$#



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