[Intro: Kid Ink] Yeah, oh, ooh Oh, oh, oh Tropicana Baby, can I? [Chorus: Kid Ink] I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I come into the spot, they go bananas Head down
[Intro: Kid Ink] Yeah, oh, ooh Oh, oh, oh Tropicana Baby, can I? [Chorus: Kid Ink] I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I come into the spot, they go bananas Head down
Lyrics Kid Ink – Sweet chin music I’m the same as you left me nigga Gettin’ to the money, not a question nigga Know you see the Rock like I’m wrestlin’ nigga Ask me if
Lyrics Kid Ink – Sweet chin music I’m the same as you left me nigga Gettin’ to the money, not a question nigga Know you see the Rock like I’m wrestlin’ nigga Ask me if
Miley Cyrus – She’s Not Him Lyrics Lyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been released. Lyrics will be available soon, help us write or submit
Miley Cyrus – She’s Not Him Lyrics Lyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been released. Lyrics will be available soon, help us write or submit
Lyrics Kid Ink – Mochi What you really, really want from me? Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me Why they always tryna come for me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin What these
Lyrics Kid Ink – Mochi What you really, really want from me? Hatin’ niggas oughta run from me Why they always tryna come for me? Swear they wanna feel the drumma drumma drummin What these
[Intro: Deb’s Daughter & Kid Ink] Ay baby, hey baby Kid Ink, Vegas Ay baby, hey baby Mike, Diplo [Verse 1: Deb’s Daughter] You want it all All alone, walking high on the wire You
[Intro: Deb’s Daughter & Kid Ink] Ay baby, hey baby Kid Ink, Vegas Ay baby, hey baby Mike, Diplo [Verse 1: Deb’s Daughter] You want it all All alone, walking high on the wire You
[Verse 1] I came in with my level up Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
[Verse 1] I came in with my level up Watch them bitches kept that 4 page level up Feeling like MJ with the glitter glove Pimp slap a nigga wit a misses in the buff
(Chorus – King Los) I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless All we make is
(Chorus – King Los) I got no excuses, I’m bout to f**king lose this Oh this game exclusive, we ain’t never losing All my f**king crew here, don’t try acting clueless All we make is
[Hook: Verse Simmons] My property, you are my property Yeah you are my property, yeah you are my property I know mine just can’t take you apart from me My property, yeah-yeah, my property [Verse
[Hook: Verse Simmons] My property, you are my property Yeah you are my property, yeah you are my property I know mine just can’t take you apart from me My property, yeah-yeah, my property [Verse