Kid Ink ft. Pusha T – Murda Lyrics
(Intro)
Get higher baby
Uh
Get higher baby
Get higher baby
Uh
Yea
(Verse)
Got a piece for all the drama
Walkin round like the president Obama
Yea you see me with a team, we brought in the Secret Service
Drop it down, baby girl you know it’s worth it
Heard you lookin for the shit, go get some tissue
Let’s pay some bills, pockets fatter than a swisha
It’s like a ship Shawty bout to drop another missile
Put this bottle to yo lips
Baby girl and French kiss it
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour up, mo shots in the burner
All I see is ass, probably lookin so perverted
Getting money is the crime
Baby guilty is the verdict
We up
(Hook)
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
(Verse)
The king had a dream, I think I’m livin it
They say the sour cus they ridin in a limit
Head to the sky, it ain’t a limit
But you got about a minute, girl don’t make a bad decision
Is you rockin with the team or the opposition?
Put you in the game, just gotta play your position
See you the baddest here, ain’t gotta hold a petition
Playin wit yo straw, I’ve been starrin at you sippin
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Turn up, mo shots in the burner
Sayin that you straight as a arrow, I can turn ya
Baby ain’t nobody flyer, round here you can feel the turbulence
(Hook)
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
Higher, get higher baby
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
You ain’t innocent at all, it’s fuckin murda
Pour shots in the burner, pour shots in the burner
Nah, no angels allowed
(Verse)
Baby you ain’t innocent, caught up in that whirl
And molly in the evening, girls kissin girls
And I ain’t here to judge it all, tryna get my twirl in
Benefits of fuckin with him, shittin on yo girlfriends
The party girls run at night baby
Ha, cuz boring bitches ain’t my type ladies
Mix it up, I’m in the freeze, vanilla white lady
And got rich sellin all this ice ice baby
Murda murda, shots coming from everywhere
Glow in the dark, them keys flowin heavy here
Yuh, another movie in the making
Starring all these bitches on these couches half naked
Push