Here is Kid Ink new track “Supersoaka” lyrics. It has come to know that kid Ink wants to release his new project Friday called the 7 Series. “Supersoaka” which Ink is teasing on twitter for the past few days. This song was produced by Murda Beatz. However, in this music video, it’s all about Ink lifestyle where himself and some more girls were doing work out right through the video from the starting to the ending. They were hot and sweaty as they were doing the different types of exercises, there were also meditating. Lol, and the last piece of the video is so funny that everyone else was exercising and when they close their eyes the fat man was eating cookies and milk. Kid Ink was on fire as this video lit, do enjoy!!!
Quotable Lyrics:
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 butter skin, huh
Where you been all my life? Where you been? Huh
Kid Ink
“Supersoaka”
“Supersoka”
Yeah, you know
(Murder on the beat so it’s not nice)
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 jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
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 ass 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 butter skin, huh
Where you been all my life? Where you been? Huh
Parkin’ lot pimpin’ out at Follies (woah)
Thought I seen your ass lookin’ thottie (woah)
I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag (yeah)
And then I dump a bag on your bag
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 jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey’s dad, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
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 nigga, pulled pimpin’ like it’s do or die
I killed her, zip it up inside a body bag
And then I throw a bag on your body
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 jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clappin’ where the tool is
You know
You know
You know
