
Take It Down Kid Ink (Ft. Kirko Bangz)
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[Chorus]
You lookin like the type
Know just how to move it
Don't be so uptight, ain't no need for choosing
Gon' take it down for a nigga like me
And I'mma turn you out baby girl before we leave here
Drop it to the floor, let me see you lose it
Get into the music, why you sittin clueless
Gon' take it down for a nigga like me
And I'mma turn you out baby girl before we leave here yea
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Look around, and I can spot you through the crowd
It's gotta be a catch the way youu throw it out
And take it down, like u copywritten
Them other pussies copycattin' ain't nobody kiddin
With u babe, all the games you play
Stop that, and come and give me sugar like Kool-aid
Up all night, its never too late
Just wanna lock that pussy down like boozay
Uh, they say who's he, young nigga with the money tree
Bouquet, tryna throw it all over your bootay
That body on fire, souffle
And them lips is looking soup made
[Chorus]
You lookin like the type
Know just how to move it
Don't be so uptight, ain't no need for choosing
Gon' take it down for a nigga like me
And I'mma turn you out baby girl before we leave here
Drop it to the floor, let me see you lose it
Get into the music, why you sittin clueless
Gon' take it down for a nigga like me
And I'mma turn you out baby girl before we leave here yea
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Look around, and I can spot you through the crowd
It's gotta be a catch the way youu throw it out
And take it down, like u copywritten
Them other pussies copycattin' ain't nobody kiddin
With u babe, all the games you play
Stop that, and come and give me sugar like Kool-aid
Up all night, its never too late
Just wanna lock that pussy down like boozay
Uh, they say who's he, young nigga with the money tree
Bouquet, tryna throw it all over your bootay
That body on fire, souffle
And them lips is looking soup made
[Chorus]
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