Kid Ink - I Been lyrics

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Ft. HardHead & Vee Tha Rula

(Verse: Kid Ink)

Man, I been on the road, walkin' in the room like it's Belly

I feel in love with a Trap Queen yeah, and a pocket full o' Fetty

Ya know her ass skinny like berettas, Ya know a nigga sick and need a medic

Befo' I give her all my children let her hit the blunt until she dumb like Kelly

Booked that bitch a ticket let her carry on, Don Juan with a cup on Dom Perignon

And a baseball bat blunt Barry Bonds, smoke that bitch down till the cherry gone

Pussy ass niggas how that cherry taste? Heard about the beef let it marinate

Hear them tryna tell my story let them narrate say ya gettin' money but I think I know a betta way

(Hook: Kid Ink)

I been I been, yeah, I been, I been

I been 'round the world nigga

I done probably been with yo girl nigga

I been I been, yeah, I been I been, yeah

I been through the hood nigga, yeah

I been doin' good nigga

(Verse 2: Vee Tha Rula)

I been in the hood, rollin' big cigars like we should

About to hit up Munich, rhinos every Sunday watch me do it

Give her dick down low she compute and let her look me up on Google then she suck me slightly stupid ooh

The money all that matter, when ya tryna get Ghosts and them Phantoms

Got to keep the weak lit like a candle bad bitch on the piano lay my dick on her enamel

Ya cross me it'll be a dark day, check my forehead that's why they call my Scarface

Ya a little fuckin' fish nigga shark bait, I like the spicy calamari with the parsley

Nigga ya don't got dinero nigga poor cake, nigga I don't fear shit but a court date

(Hook: Kid Ink)

(Bridge: Kid Ink)

I been I been

Ya know I been I been

I been I been

(Verse 3: Hardhead)

I been on the edge nigga, so here's a toast to my team fo' burnin' bread nigga

Chasin' blue faces like I'm Gargamel, just some dirty ass kids no garbage pail

Been around the world baby globe trottin', back home niggas hatin' hoes still plottin'

Bag full of pills no dope boy shopping in London thirty five hunnid dollas fo' the coat boy

I been on the red eye, how I book a bitch a ticket no bread? Use my air miles

I been yellin' out fuck them all, 4th down either hail Mary pass bitch or punt the ball

I been ridin' in Aventadors, all eyes on me Pac shit when we hit the door

We made a killin' but we gettin' more, and if that starts to slow up it's mask down come to gettin' yours

(Hook: Kid Ink)