Kid Ink - Fired Up (Ft. Styles P) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Kid Ink]
I ain’t trying to put no pressure, but this high last forever
I ain’t trying to put no pressure, but this high…

[Hook: Kid Ink]
It don’t matter the time, I spark it
If you really want to get high, I spark it
Light up the whole place, I spark it
See them bottles comin’ my way, I spark it
Right before I burn it down
Stay fired up, burn one
Stay fired up, you know that
Stay fired up, burn one
Stay fired up, you know that

[Post-Chorus: Kid Ink]
When it comes to the dro, that’s what I know
When it comes to the hoes, that’s what I know
When it comes to the drank, that’s what I know
When it comes to the bank, that’s what I know
When it comes to the dro, that’s what I know
When it comes to the hoes, that’s what I know
When it comes to the drank, that’s what I know
When it comes to the bank

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Yeah
That’s what I know
That kush, that’s what I blow
That 10, that’s my ho
This life, that’s what I chose
Got the city all on my back
Team front on my hat
It’s juts me and my posse, on the broadway like cats
Hold up, bitch, lights out, I don’t even know what the hype ’bout
I haven’t been high since 16, when I used to hang in the 60s
Bet them motherfvckers miss me, now a nigga ball like 6 rings
Trynna take off to the moon, just hit up my phone
And call me rocketship, shorty opposite of them guys you with
Honestly, this life I live will make you feel
Like you was fvckin’…
I ain’t promisin’ that you’ll like it, can barely open your eyelids
We fired up right here, I said…

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Roll up, park it up
I roll up, spark it up
So dope, so rap
Everything to tip the market up
Get fly, get high, chop the diesel just to get by
Girl scout cookies, six, five
Ghost in this shit, then the shit live
Me and my niggas like the flavored strains
Make a lotta money, watch your neighbors change
Switch the computer, watch the data change
All of my guns come with the laser aim
Daytime, we spark it up
Night time, we spark it up
Juiceball we bark it up
Drop the body, roll the carpet up
Ghost there, roll the carpets out
Red ones match my eyes
Yeah nigga…

[Hook:]

[Post-Chorus]

[Outro: Kid Ink]
Burn one, go ahead and burn one
Nigga, burn one

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