Murda

Kid Ink · My Own Lane [2014]

(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