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Woop Woop

de Kid Ink

Yeah
Wow

All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now
And I could get high with you (yeah)
All she gotta do is drop somethin' down
Move around while I pitch a couple bands to the roof
Let's bend a couple rules and get another room
That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you
All you gotta do is, ooh
Motivate me with your movement

While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
You don't wanna check for damage
I put that ass to bed rest

Watch me pull up in the coupe
Two seater, I got the double with the scoop
But it's a group, same niggas from the stu' (with me)
Dub city, I just send a alley oop (ooh)
From the window to the wall
With the south shade from me when the money start to fall (okay)
Lookin' like Lamelo when I ball
Might pump fake then watch 'em jump criss-cross, okay

I take my hand and I put on your waist
She look and tell me: Nigga, this ain't no race
It's all good, I can move with your pace
While I wait, I'ma break it down like, hmm
Roll some, then we blow it to the Moon
Hit the gas and you feel that shit like vroom (vroom)
Legs up and I ate that shit like, hmm
Need a boom-boom-boom, baby

All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now
And I could get high with you (yeah)
All she gotta do is drop somethin' down
Move around while I pitch a couple bands to the roof
Let's bend a couple rules and get another room
That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you
All you gotta do is, ooh
Motivate me with your movement

While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
You don't wanna check for damage
I put that ass to bed rest

I'm feelin' like JFK
Wavin' at the top of the hook, go crazy
Apeshit, got them bitches jumpin' out their cages
But can't get close 'cause I'm way too famous
Still tryna keep it humble
While she bang, bang the mirror, see the gun smoke
Break it down, need chains for the hundo'
Every man for themselves, Royal Rumble, okay

I'ma get you up and out them Balmains
See you gon' walk up outta here with no string, no strings
Simple and plain, before your mind change, let's ride, ah, hmm
Roll some, then we blow it to the Moon
Hit the gas and you feel that shit like vroom (vroom)
Legs up and I ate that shit like, hmm
Need a boom-boom-boom, baby

All I gotta do is pull up with the pound right now
And I could get high with you (yeah)
All she gotta do is drop somethin' down
Move around while I pitch a couple bands to the roof
Let's bend a couple rules and get another room
That's a lil' more private, all eyes on you
All you gotta do is, ooh
Motivate me with your movement

While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
You don't wanna check for damage
I put that ass to bed rest

While I'm throwin' all these dead pres'
Watch me hit 'em with the finesse
You don't wanna check for damage
I put that ass to bed rest

Wow
Oh, yeah
Do it, do it, do it
Yeah

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