
On Me Batgang (Ft. Kid Ink)
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[Intro: Kid Ink]
Yeah
My left, all on my right
Drunk girls on my left
Drunk girls on my right
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
It go, one for the money
And two for the show
Its a party to three
All night for the hoes
I got bottles all on my left, bottles all on my right
Drunk girls on my left, drunk girls on my right
Okay, everything on me
Long as you drinkin'
I said as long as you drinkin'
Everything on me, long as you drinkin'
I said as long as you drinkin'
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Everything on me, feel like I'm liftin'
Fresh to the T, I ain't talkin' bout Lipton
Freak to my left, I could tell by her lip ring
She be wildin'
Believe it or not nigga like Ripley
Groupies all on my right
I be runnin' away like Ricky (Ricky)
Can't say I'm high yet
But damn a nigga real tipsy
Yeah everything drippin'
Club hot at the kitchen
Fake dykes kissin'
Man it feel like Christmas
Uh, tell her open up
Blunt sticky like okra
I don't know what your focus is
We gettin' money, Oprah
Ball hard when I feel like it
Ion care what your heel height is
You the same girl
And I already know how this thang go
Yeah
My left, all on my right
Drunk girls on my left
Drunk girls on my right
[Chorus: Kid Ink]
It go, one for the money
And two for the show
Its a party to three
All night for the hoes
I got bottles all on my left, bottles all on my right
Drunk girls on my left, drunk girls on my right
Okay, everything on me
Long as you drinkin'
I said as long as you drinkin'
Everything on me, long as you drinkin'
I said as long as you drinkin'
[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Everything on me, feel like I'm liftin'
Fresh to the T, I ain't talkin' bout Lipton
Freak to my left, I could tell by her lip ring
She be wildin'
Believe it or not nigga like Ripley
Groupies all on my right
I be runnin' away like Ricky (Ricky)
Can't say I'm high yet
But damn a nigga real tipsy
Yeah everything drippin'
Club hot at the kitchen
Fake dykes kissin'
Man it feel like Christmas
Uh, tell her open up
Blunt sticky like okra
I don't know what your focus is
We gettin' money, Oprah
Ball hard when I feel like it
Ion care what your heel height is
You the same girl
And I already know how this thang go
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