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Datos de Kid Ink Nombre Verdadero: Brian Todd CollinsNombre Artístico: Kid InkDonde Nació: Los Ángeles, California, Estados UnidosFecha de Nacimiento: 01 de abril de 1986Edad: 38Nacionalidad: EstadounidenseGénero(s): Hip hop, rapActividad: 2008 - ActualidadOcupación: Rapero, productor, compositorDisquera(s): Tha Alumni Music Group, RCA RecordsPágina Oficial: www.kidinkmusic.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién es Kid Ink? Kid Ink, cuyo nombre verdadero es Brian Todd Collins, es un rapero, cantante y productor estadounidense. Nació en Los Ángeles, California, Estados Unidos, el 1 de abril de 1986. Es conocido por sus canciones, como: "That's How You Know", "No Sticks No Seeds", "Lost In The Sauce" y "No One Left". Niñez, Juventud y Vida Familiar Kid Ink nació y creció en Los Ángeles, donde demostró su interés por la música a temprana edad. Durante su adolescencia, Collins asistió a programas de música después de la escuela, donde produjo ritmos y pistas de hip-hop. Inicios de Kid Ink en la Música Kid Ink se interesó en la música desde su adolescencia, pero en 2008 hace su debut tras trabajar como productor de Nipsey Hussle. Género musical Kid Ink se caracteriza por realizar sus trabajos musicales en los género hip hop y rap. Trayectoria y Legado Kid Ink siempre ha demostrado su gran talento en todos sus trabajos musicales, donde ha contado con la colaboración de reconocidos interpretes. Su primer trabajo fue un mixtape lanzado en 2010, con el que tuvo notoria aceptación. Después de su
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Kid Ink - My City Feat Killa Kyleon Lyrics


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When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down,
When you come to my town,
See a couple things that ain't pretty,
I apologize if it gets wild,
But we gotta represent ours,
We gotta represent ours [x3]
When you come to my city

Welcome to my city;
Palm trees, find me; high as a hippie,
20 For the chucks, 'nother 20 for the dickies,
If you see them boys in the hood like kenny better run like ricky,
Snapback, hat back, quick tell 'em that we run la; track practice,
Now, you know where I'm at you ain't gotta mapquest,
Ridin' down hollywood, lookin' for a actress,
Tell 'em that it goes,

Thursday, eat in, friday, my house, saturday,
Crenshaw, sunday back at my house,
Rollin' in a 64, somewhere down, 64,
Headed to the jungles to the don, see my nigga?
Oh,
Born and raised, I am no pretender, niggas know
I came from the gutta like splinter,
And I got nina on my hip like a side chick,
Anybody ask tell 'em that it's westside bitch!

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down,
When you come to my town,
See a couple things that ain't pretty,
I apologize if it gets wild,
But we gotta represent ours,
We gotta represent ours [x3]
When you come to my city

H-o-u-s-t-o-n, t-e-x-a-s,
Am I trill bet they say yes, I'm that cat that they say next,
Hnic I keep it g, just like that v I'm at they neck,
I'm a creature not aretha but I do get my respect,
Run these tracks, lace up my nikes;
So I can go chase these checks,
When I get mine I'ma thank my grind,
Walk in that bank, give chase my check;
Cash my shit, due self I split it,
Hop in that slab better brace yo neck,
All eyes on me includin' yo bitch,

If you want that hoe keep yo hoe checked,
Paint so wet that I gotta rock trunks,
We roll slabs and we don't do dunks,
Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps,
We smoke kush and we don't do bump,
Fn cocked and we don't do pumps,
One false move that'll get you slumped,
City of the syrup where we sip that lean,
Put a 4 in that 20 and we on that punch

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down,
When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty,
I apologize if it gets wild,
But we gotta represent ours,
We gotta represent ours [x3]
When you come to my city

Cadillac 24's, smoke tint, stash box,
Timberland, pelle pelle, gucci belt, strap slot,
New york, I said it new york,
Better show respect when you come to my city
Take yo shoes off,
I am at the toll booth, collectin' my payment,
Hottest in the hood got my name carved on the pavement,

My niggas is a-list, in the corner office,
Somethin' like royalty, princess in my crosses,
Hoes got 'em lined up, bitch take a number,
These lames layin' paper on 'em I be layin' lumber,
In the rotten apple, ballin' like a knickerbocker,
Now you can meet the fockers; or you can meet the choppas,
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat,
Tat, tat, all my niggas in the 'rack,
Drop that oil in that water, whip it up it's right back,
In the coup bulletproof, ah, boy hood approved,
No limit money, they hollerin' hooty-hoo

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city
We can get this whole block shut down,
When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty,
I apologize if it gets wild,
But we gotta represent ours,
We gotta represent ours [x3]
When you come to my city

Kells, from the city where, outta towners
Get jumped no nike airs,
Buyin' a bottle in the club and throwin'
Off another because a motherfucker plottin' over my chair,
And it's my year, this my day,
Me and all the boys all smokey like friday,
Hit the eastside turn in the driveway,
But I got power in the west, kanye;
My city taught me to speak that talk,
How to crack that stove when that heat turned off,
How to rock my chucks till my feet fall off,
What to do when the lights in the streets went off;
I'll d-I-e for the orange and brown,
Lebron left, I took that crown!
Everyday on tour, but the 7-1 north tattooed
Let me know I'm cleveland bound,

I'ma midwest boy, salute my team, est over everything,
Thc up in all my green, lit it up for the people
In the middle of the,
Hold up!
Lace up bitch, lace up bitch,
Anybody hate come taste it bitch,
Two white balls and a head above yo neck,
That's called a facial bitch!

See we do it big in my city, we can get this whole block shut down.

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