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Kid Ink

Genres: Hip-Hop

Tuna Roll Lyrics - Kid Ink

Business as usual 

Money on my mind I can feel it in my cubicle 

Fuck the 9 to 5 wasn't made for a cubicle 

Niggas know I'm raw-tuna roll 

 

You know what it is kid ink up in this bitch 

Hear that errr smell the scent 

Bitch I'm all, all in 

One hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would 

What I'm smokin on I sware to god im floatin in a drift 

Alumni we the illest 

Sicker than contagion 

All up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin' 

Know that L.A. is the city but it look like we from Asia 

Say I don't be in my city? Who the fuck is you pholasin 

Lets go! 

Yeah! 

Well Alright! 

 

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It go peter picked them peppers nigga I just picked them hoes out 

Swimmin' in the money and im livin, boathouse 

I dont need a floaty cause im sittin' on a cloud 

Tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch! 

Back on immense, stack on stack im rackin' em' in 

Sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin' all that abstinence 

Yeah! 

Bitch I'm blowin' up, cue the bomb 

Niggas know I'm raw tuna roll 

 

Batter up, I'm outta here 

Find me in the cut like I live there 

Im the man in this bitch you just Tyler Perry 

See me throwin' money in the sky til' im outta air 

Sorry your honor but I had to kill em' 

Niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows 

And im high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers 

Pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings 

Tell em! 

Im on! 

 

Photos 

 

Okay, snapback, hatback 

Smokin' on that loud pack 

Blow it to the ceiling, look like bombs over Baghdad 

Bitch im more familie, even mobile phone to texts 

Im the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses 

What up! 

Hold up, have a taste 

You ain't gotta go to outer space 

You can see the stars baby, welcome to the show 

Yeah these niggas know im raw, tuna roll! 

Alumini Bitch! 

Wheels Up! 

Niggas know im raw Tuna roll! 

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