Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss The Sky, artist - Kid Ink. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kiss The Sky |
| Ah, yeah |
| Ah, yeah |
| Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt |
| Hop inside the leather, soft as fur |
| Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah) |
| Go 'head push the button, baby |
| Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss |
| Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is |
| Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip |
| The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah) |
| Ring on the fist (Fist) |
| Look like we won us a championship (Yeah) |
| I never switch (No), some niggas flip |
| Really ain’t know how to handle this shit |
| Shootin' my shot, the script |
| Took over risk tryna get rich |
| Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy) |
| Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy) |
| Put on my haters, the city is back |
| Live by the code, die by the flags |
| Stop with the chat, all of it’s cap |
| Keep throwin' jabs, I’ma react |
| I got a girl but you all on my dick |
| You wouldn’t know how to handle my bitch |
| I get her Chanel like it’s Christmas, got everything on her wish list |
| That Porsche Gold, two double O |
| Watch out, I run 'em over |
| Fake niggas, they come and go |
| Real ones, they run low, woah |
| Everything covered in gold |
| Me and the money don’t fold |
| This shit’ll never get old (No) |
| Game will forever be told (Aw yeah) |
| Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah) |
| Hop inside the leather, soft as fur |
| Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah) |
| Go 'head push the button, baby |
| Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss |
| Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is |
| Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip |
| The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip |
| I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies |
| Your girl tryna be my one and only |
| Why you all in the club actin' like you know me? |
| (Know me) |
| Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches, they on me (That's facts) |
| But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts) |
| Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts) |
| I do not want you, I’m straight (Ooh ooh) |
| You want me back, it’s too late (Late) |
| My wrist is wet like a lake |
| I don’t care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh) |
| I pulled up with a clique and you know we won’t stop, lil' bitch (Pulled up |
| with a clique) |
| Started from the bottom like Drake but I’m headed to the top, lil' bitch |
| Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah) |
| He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch (Can't take my bitch, |
| yeah) |
| Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt |
| Hop inside the leather, soft as fur |
| Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah) |
| Go 'head push the button, baby |
| Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss |
| Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is |
| Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip |
| The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip |