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Kid Ink - CANA Lyrics




Yeah, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Tropicana
Baby, can I?

I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

Pour me up a four four
Drop it down and lean Ah
See you body cocoa
You tannin in that bikin-ah
Tappin' on that Ass While I'm tappin' this tequila
Knackin' actin Sister Sister with yo friend you must be Tia
Every time I pull out what I smoke look like Irie doe
And every time we party like my nigga just got free tho
We might not see the same world look different thru my Dita's
These hoes is all the same so I act different when I meet em
Switchin' it up
Suicide watch, wrist with the cuts
Watch how I bust
Baby, you been with the shits and don't bother to flush
Sprayin' the Dom, Bat is the gang and you know that we up to the sun
King of the city out in LA and I feel like LeBron

I got I got I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

Ooh Hoola Hoop Diamonds
Billboard 20 yeah 20 keep climbing
Ooh play my shit
Yeah everybody know Kid Ink got hits
Ooh Lambo Fast (huh)
Racked up shawty with the digital dash (huh)
Drinkin' a Stella (huh)
Mason Margiela say I'm a good fella (huh)
Baby go spend it that pussy amazing I got no limit
I'm in it to win it
20 I'm off to Denace the Menace
She made me breakfast
Eggs and Grits wit a Tropicana
I'm on the bottom
Better angle for the camera
Miss Tropicana body tastes like Yogurt
Miss Tropicana know that she do Yoga
Miss Tropicana got stripes like she a Bengal
Miss Tropicana know all of the angles

I got I got I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
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Yeah, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Tropicana
Baby, can I?

I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got, I got, I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

Pour me up a four four
Drop it down and lean Ah
See you body cocoa
You tannin in that bikin-ah
Tappin' on that Ass While I'm tappin' this tequila
Knackin' actin Sister Sister with yo friend you must be Tia
Every time I pull out what I smoke look like Irie doe
And every time we party like my nigga just got free tho
We might not see the same world look different thru my Dita's
These hoes is all the same so I act different when I meet em
Switchin' it up
Suicide watch, wrist with the cuts
Watch how I bust
Baby, you been with the shits and don't bother to flush
Sprayin' the Dom, Bat is the gang and you know that we up to the sun
King of the city out in LA and I feel like LeBron

I got I got I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice

Ooh Hoola Hoop Diamonds
Billboard 20 yeah 20 keep climbing
Ooh play my shit
Yeah everybody know Kid Ink got hits
Ooh Lambo Fast (huh)
Racked up shawty with the digital dash (huh)
Drinkin' a Stella (huh)
Mason Margiela say I'm a good fella (huh)
Baby go spend it that pussy amazing I got no limit
I'm in it to win it
20 I'm off to Denace the Menace
She made me breakfast
Eggs and Grits wit a Tropicana
I'm on the bottom
Better angle for the camera
Miss Tropicana body tastes like Yogurt
Miss Tropicana know that she do Yoga
Miss Tropicana got stripes like she a Bengal
Miss Tropicana know all of the angles

I got I got I got Tropicana
When I come into the spot they go Bananas
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
I got I got I got Tropicana
When I pull up they can't touch me I go hammer
Head down to my shoe, drippin' like the juice
See I'm living proof I got the juice I got the juice
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Writer: BRIAN COLLINS, ISHMAEL MONTAGUE, NIJA CHARLES, ROBERT DAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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