Kid Ink - Supersoaka (Supersoaka) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know (Murder on the beat so it's not nice) [Chorus] Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my j**els, yeah You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is [Verse 1] Woo, money man on a mission I got 'em standin' at attention I just throw my hand like I'm fishin' I just get that a** some ambition I'm really hopin' I can touch it, no conditions You say you need a shower, well I got hella ammunition Just pop somethin' for me, while I pop another Rosé Now she lookin' at me like, "Don't spray" I'm just sayin', huh, you don't want the man, huh Rollin' up a gram, huh, toast a couple grams high It's your jam, huh, peanut bu*ter skin, huh Where you been all my life? Where you been? Huh Parkin' lot pimpin' out at Follies (woah) Thought I seen your a** lookin' thottie (woah) [Pre-Chorus] I k** the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah) And then I dump a bag on your body [Chorus] Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my j**els, yeah You know, Stacey's dad, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is [Verse 2] Woah, bend it over, head and shoulders Money shower, drop and hold it Your friends bustin' it but you been talkin' on it I can tell you, Kelly Rowland Baby, better get your mind and your act right And know that I am not the holy rap type She told me sit like my hands round my back tied And let her come and take me on my last ride, woah Who am I, baby? Who am I? Cold n***a, pulled pimpin' like it's do or die [Pre-Chorus] I k**ed her, zip it up inside a body bag And then I throw a bag on your body [Chorus] Got hunnid, fifty, no stressin' Bend it over, yoga stretchin' Supersoka, change clothes Different city, same hoes Bust a move, she got more, yeah You know, titties tuggin' on my j**els, yeah You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless Hands down, head clappin' where the tool is You know You know You know