King Los

[fox69]

"God Money War"

"God Money War"


Uhh, uhh
You know how you always got that one homie
That call you just to check on you
(King what up nigga)
Oh I guess that's me

Stuck on corners and lost in circles
I know you trappin, just trapped in that shit that often hurts you
Stumblin blocks, runnin blocks with odds to hurdle
To dodge law, but God is law, awesome virtue
Uhh, seen phenoms fade out
Like fiends Nas laid out on his momma front
Cause daddy never had his back
Always talkin bout how his mama front now that's played out
You are who you're made of, all make-up don't make out
Bellies full of take out
Mouths full of foul words but never put the hours in to get ours
Hours curse us, reverse ourselves
Cause cowards verse us but we verse ourselves
War ain't color blind but love is
And medicine isn't healing but a hug is
And smiles don't last forever but forever is
A mighty long time if you never smile, you never live

God, money, war
If heaven free what we kill for money for
They say when it rains it pours, but it rain on the poor
So you ain't really rich if what's rich ain't in your core
Real shit nigga, God, money, war
Woke up early Sunday morn'
Mama cooked breakfast left a message on the door
She said put this ten in church and pray for better then before
Oh my God

I said God, save us, money, slave us
War, left bodies on the floor, good gracious
I said God, save us, money, slave us
War, left bodies on the floor, for acres

I'm feeling crazy, need a field of daisies
If God was heartless he'd kill the atheist
If he wanted work them I'll and pray for it
Hurt them, pain them certain still we facin it
Build your empires and raise your kings up
Set the bar high and take your queens up
Climb the mountain top and wake your dreams up
Nigga climb the mountain top and wake your dreams up
And we go hand to hand with rock
They say White was in the hotel up the block jammin in the spot
They say how the fuck did you really make it out
Damn a nigga shocked, damn my niggas locked
And them triggers pop every second
And I miss my pops every second
So I'm never second, never second guess me on the second hand
Every second count
Cause if I'm second than that's still a blessing
Cause you took a second just to check me out
Could a check me out, I mean out for real
We need family time, we got a house to build
I mean why they tryna take the house from Bill
Now we need a doctor and a house for real
Dear Mr. President, if you're hesitant
Your presence is requested in the mist of neglagence
To fix your residence
It's a message in our restlessness
Tryna wrestle with being the lesser of
Whatever the lesser get
If it's a lesson it's really stressin it's really stretchin it
We finna burn this bitch down if you really question it
Allow me to define the depths of something so definite
Death ain't just a step to you motherfucker's just steppin it

Like God, money, war
If heaven free what we kill for money for
They say when it rains it pours, but it rain on the poor
So you ain't really rich if what's rich ain't in your core
Real shit nigga, God, money, war
Woke up early Sunday morn'
Mama cooked breakfast left a message on the door
She said put this ten in church and pray that motherfucker work

We need some rest from stress
It hurts from lessons and some extra work I'm guessing
You gone save the world but baby get yo blessings first
Just so happens when you rap you give God a section in yo verse
Might sound crazy but just maybe your protection on this earth
La-la-la-la-la
Man we ain't never had shit or never knew magic
Whatever people had we didn't even have half it
I had to have passion and never had fashion
It's hard to have class when it's half assed backwards
Why you never slinging crack to the crack addicts
A nigga think he rappin now he back packin
Till he back tracking
Then he back on the block to get knocked off that nigga back packing
[Gun noise]

 

[fox69]

"Good Night"
(feat. Fat Trel, Skarr Akbar)

"Good Night"
(feat. Fat Trel, Skarr Akbar)



[Hook:]
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
I was born broke but I'm a rich nigga
So it's night night to them bitch niggas
Glock small but the clip bigger,
Got 30 shots for them snitch niggas
Roll with who I grow with
It's over with when that stove lit
Ditch the low we need mo' bricks
Then we switch the hoes and take mo' trips
Mo licks equals mo chips, so young yes so rich
Go get who you wanna get
Jus don't bullshit when that 4 spit
Bus a nuts in that hoe bitch
She pop a pill and take the whole dick
Me and her left the dealership never tell who I'm rollin with
I'm DC northeast tatted hoe
Lots of money you can add it hoe
Place the dick with them pussy lips
Put it to sleep and you can have the hoe
Ride with Los and a older smoke
Backseat full of heat you think beef is sweet
East street may sb but I keep me a killer from southeast
Ride out never hide out that 4-5 take eyes out
You pay the plug with the pies out
Police behind you when you ride out
You hot nigga jus stop nigga
Never try to shop no block nigga
You should move n kill your goons
And try to find a new spot nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Skarr Akbar]
Look,
They tell me that my existence of scriptures hasnt been written
If there's a cure for being terrific I overdosed on that prescription
I am so determined like a german in the trenches
No nazi, jus aki, I'm blessed to be this gifted
I'm so optimistic my pivot changes postions
Went from standin in the distance n now I'm so close sittin
Picasso could'ntpaint a picture this vivid
Draw my feet in giant shoes and walked till I could fit em
What have you come to witness is a fighter in great fitness
Who broke all baracades and hopped the tallest fences
What I write in my composition will conquer all competition
Yes my theory and logic got mixed in with comprehension
I'm relentless I share no forgivness
God forgives and I don't, see you will and I won't
Real as a speculation anger mixed with your hatred
That's planted a mental tumor and admiration of greatness
Ammunations outrageous the animositys ageless
Animal instinct becomes annual and contagious
Hate me because I made it, love me because I didn't
Kill me for being real and applaud me because I finish
Pull me because I'm winnin, or diss me because I'm distint
Because I am the difference of talent I'm cold gifted
Maybe I'm jus the sickest unorthodox when I write
So I low to bed mourn and so long to my goodnight

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Los]
Yo when son black out the sun black out
When I go in I don't come back out
I'm too cold to exist I could sun the moon
Then moon the sun solar eclipse I,
Dismissin the meannest niggas in a minutes time
Dispensin the sickest venom from a killers mind
Catch a body on the track like a marathon
Run and stumble then my fuckin arms at the finish line
They call me mr take another nigga bitch and break her
Penetrate her then eliminate her jus to get the paper
If peter piper picked a pepper than she better pay the piper
If I pipe her I could pimp her or sophisticate her
You bring her down but my swag on elevator
She jus wanna get down cause I elevate her
Damn homie what you squaking about cause I'm all in your spouse
While you on the couch staring at the wall in your house
Ye she love to hum my songs
Cause she only listen to em when my balls in her mouth
Ouch, what type of G am I, rappers o.d, tmi
Well tell your bm don't dm me, cause I'm in a bm, epmd
She d'in me and said G you fly, you drive me crazy like a dui
Skarr scoop me up and we flew bye
Trel came through with atleast two guys
You gon run this G with my G's to ma
Nuttin but a G up in these 2 eyes
Guess that's the penalty to be too fly
Bitch niggas don't wanna see you fly
Laugh now cry later when I squeeze you lot
And I won't stop hittin till I see you die, GOODNIGHT

The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys

 

[fox69]

"Grammy Fam Freestyle Outro"

"Grammy Fam Freestyle Outro"


Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah
I make legendary shit niggas
You feel me? It's point two
It's Los nigga. Check me

Nigga I'm so fly, I don't need no fly help
They never broke my spirits, I coped, I dealt
Never moped, I prayed, I hoped, I'd melt
God Bless my family, my flow, my wealth
I'm sharper than a Muslim no bowtie, no lie
Only way I fold is if I told myself, don't try
So no matter how low I felt
It was Los fly, Los I devoted myself
It was Los fly Los, I promoted myself
Those guys don't fly, go by with both fives
So why I'm focused on my growth, my health
How, dare you niggas I, dare you niggas
I, pair you niggas up and tear two niggas up
So many reasons that I'm better for
But I guess that's better said with a metaphor
I'm just a ghetto boy, groovin' in a hard place
You ain't got beef from Houston, to get a scarred face
Dangerous flow, every bar like a car chase
Most y'all niggas all mouth like a dog face
I'm what you call great, guess why lames is mad
Cause they ain't shit, and I'm it, like a game of tag
Blame the swag and my super slick touch
Got bitches splittin' my pole like they supersti-tious
My Louis kicks tough, my jewelry fixed up
And I'm twenty inches tall, he's on a Coupe fit, plus
The roof lift up, then the top go back
And your girl go down, what you know 'bout that?
Los back, who you hatin' now stupid?
Go and take a bow while I take a bowel movement
The block boys in the building tonight
Top feelin', guap peelin', drop ceilin' tonight
Not to brag but my swag on a billion a night
And what's ill is I might sell a mill off hype
Mama want me catch up, whenever she toss it
Cause she be on E, like celebrity gossip
I'm so on top but I could never be off it
Becoming the best if ever he lost it
And he is, whoever he be but
Close one eyelid nigga that'll be me
Watch me, this is better tv
Beside your girlfriend, say she rather see me
But see me, I don't see no bitch
Cause I don't see no sleep for the C notes bitch
Real talk, you'll never see Los switch
This is G code shit, even C's know this
I ain't right, I wasn't on the right side of my thought
But I love you with the whole right side of my heart
You wasn't right, he wasn't on the right side of my art
You showed me how to go mean papi, get the thing split it up
Get it ready for the morning, hit the table fix it up
This is how you be the one, grind til you see the sun
This is how you spit it how you blend it on a three to one
Take it to the nigga get the figures bring the money back
Show me how to count the money by the way the money wrapped
That's why I spend money racks, lot of these niggas soft
And if a nigga wanna kick it off, I'm a run it back
I just never rapped about the shit cause I ain't wanna trap
You my brother, I could get fussed out
But you ain't get me on so I could get us out
We use to take trips to LA, Prada and Fee
But when you left, I was left without a dollar to eat
So I devoured the beat, and I'm the man in it now
Fuck these pussy mother fuckers I ain't standing around
I work hard as a bitch to be the man in my town
How I'm a go to a nigga show and stand in the crowd?
I belong on the stage, music belong in my life
This my joy to my pain, it's like the wrong to my right
Like the longer I write, the more I hunger to fight
The sun shine in the morning, we gon be stronger tonight, right
The block boys in the building tonight
It's G5.2, get something real in your life, nigga

 

[fox69]

"Gucci Gucci"

"Gucci Gucci"


[Hook: repeated]
One big room full of bad bitches

[Verse 1: Los]
Man it go Teyana Taylor, Fiona Apple, Rihanna
Leona Lewis, Madonna be on the truest persona
Ivanka Trump and Khloe, Zoe Saldana, Longoria
Mendes, Pigford, Jessica Alba, Jessica Simpson
Sarah Jessica Parker, T-Banks that's Tyra
Selita Ebanks, Ciara, Tiara Lestari got the best body
Gabrielle Union, Pam Anderson looking very great and sassy
Let me see them twins, no Mary-Kate and Ashley
Tatiana Ali, Halle, Molly, Kylie Minogue
Heidi Klum, Scarlett Johansson, Janet and Paula Patton
Katy Perry all day, Beyonce, Alicia, Sade
Penelope Cruz, Mila, Marrissa, Mulher and Trina
Salma Hayek, Shakira, Amber and Angelina
Lauren London, Naomi Campbell, Stacy Dash and Audrina
Serena, Giselle, Megan Fox, Anna Kournikova
Angela Bassett, Danica Patrick when you add on Lola
That's just one big room!

[Hook:]
One big room full of bad bitches

[Verse 2: Los]
She said "Los, come fuck me and my BFF
Boy you put a spell on me"
Last night I came between best friends like jealousy
Fuck you tellin' me, fuck with my cake I'll bomb ya
We beef over that cheese you gon think I'm making lasagna
You ain't no G neither, I'm from where the D.E will take a quarter of your back
And turn you to a receiver!
Maybe if these rappers study me they wouldn't be lame
I flips this motherfucka like a mattress with a pee stain
I got 24 bars that say you not great but only dropped half a 16
You still got ate (8)!

 

[fox69]

"Hard Life"

"Hard Life"


My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
Said he needed some love, new connect and a Glock
My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some love, new connect and a Glock
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
Man all we know is hit it, chop a bag and flip it,
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it,
All we know is get it, all we know is get it,
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it,

Play the shit, just play your shit
Haters pissed, say the shit
Ain't true but it is nigga, all shit what it is nigga
You don't wanna be a obstacle, I'm colossal
You a fossil, I'm fossil fuel
My 2 shoes done seen hostile views
My 2 eyes don't watch the news
Watch is new, times have changed
I arrived, times of pain, dollar signs
How I grind, the sun should shine, like every day
Every way that I could, I done tried, I done cried
Through the pain, fuck the world
Do your thang!

My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a Glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That's the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is get it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in the kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

Put my gorilla niggas on you, claiming you the realest with it
You don't even fill a nigga quota
Before they put it on the corner,
My niggas might test it out, stretch it out, hit it with the soda, woah!
Get the folks called, turn it down a little
We gonn get up off the corner while they rollin round a little
My nigga had a stash full of cash, crack in the bag in the crack of his ass
When the crack is at past, we coming to the Lac full of hunheds
I was like fuck it's clean, man do your fucking thing
He said fuck with me, when you fuckin with his money
Bitch you fuck for free,
But ain't nothing free, not even my niggas
Sometimes I wonder how naive is my niggas
Cause even my niggas come back with these rumors
Like losers assuming I'm leaving my niggas
Instead of applauds, or somebody wishing me better regards
For me overcoming the better of odds
And beating them up on the letterman cards
I outclass you, I bring young cashes out
And I'm cashing out, Los to pull a nigga classes out

My nigga just came home, went right back to the block
He said he needed some load, new connect and a Glock
Found a bitch that was with it, he pop them bands out the spot
That's the city we from, we go hard off the top
We bout that life that we live, show you what hustling about
We get em in, break em down, we break em down, ship em out
We live a hard life, we live a hard life
Man all we know is get it, chop a bag and flip it
Put me in that kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it
All we know is get it, all we know is get it
Put me in the kitchen, watch me whoop it and remix it

 

[fox69]

"Hard Time"
(feat. Kobe, Mark Battles, Shanica Knowles)

"Hard Time"
(feat. Kobe, Mark Battles, Shanica Knowles)



[Kobe & Shanica Knowles:]
They ain't never gave me shit
They ain't give me nothin' y'all (never gave me shit)
They ain't never gave me nothin

[Los:]
What's up with your grind, nigga?
Mine insane
I've got a insane mind, can't minus pain
I've got a mind of pain, but never mind the pain
Bring the biscuit to a nigga like Mama Payne
I've got a mind of gold
No minor goals
I said mine in gold like I've been mining gold
You want yours in cash, I want mine in gold
Never minus that, but never mind, just go
I've got a diamond chain and got it lined in gold
Cause all my lines is gold
I align my goals
I've got dope lines instead of lines of dope
Yeah it's dope I'm signed, I should of signed to Hov
Instead of holding signs about why I'm broke
While you riding by with your side eye
But every story got two sides like Popeye's
You chicken niggas
I'm kickin' niggas in the ass, I'm stuntin'
In the Aston buggin'
Flashin' back but I don't ask for nothin'
So don't ask for nothin'
Rumor has it I'm a hazard button
Hit the hazard button but I ain't flashing nothin'
Class in session, it's a classic comin'
I've got the class sick, watch what class you come in
Matter of fact, I ain't ask you nothin'
Hands down, put your hands down
If you man up, I leave you man down
This a layup, catch you laying down
Let the round play if you playing 'round
What they sayin now with they funny ass?
I don't bop, I do the money dance
I light the sky, and you might be fly like a buddy pass
What's up biatch!

[Kobe & Shanica Knowles:]
They ain't never gave me nothing but a hard time
They ain't never gave me shit (Never gave me shit)
Don't give a fuck but I had to make it
They ain't give me nothing y'all
But yet they always trynna take it away from me (Never gave me shit)
They ain't never gave me nothing

[Mark Battles:]
Me and bro Los had to break the silence
Please stay quiet, don't awake the giant
What I've been through, you would hate to try it
One more word, you gon' make us riot
Quit fakin' lair, it ain't safe for minors
Been had bars like the case was priors
Went up a level, I'm a take it higher
Didn't mama say don't play with fire?
It's me (yeah)
Start leaning like a [?]
Give me bread that's it
Got Trojans for the flow
And you couldn't win these like a red head chick
Yeah, yeah quick
I'm splittin' the pot
Get to the top with the intricate plot
Ridiculous jock, still will hit you and shock
Like Oxiclean I get rid of your spot
I'm a run through the stock
Got bars like Willy Wonka, put you nerds in a box
Deserve what I've got
If time was money, I earned every tock
New burgundy drop lettin' Curren$y knock
Haters on emergency watch

[Kobe & Shanica Knowles:]
They ain't never gave me nothing but a hard time
They ain't never gave me shit (Never gave me shit)
Don't give a fuck but I had to make it
They ain't give me nothing y'all
But yet they always trynna take it away from me (Never gave me shit)
They ain't never gave me nothing

[Los:]
Hustle hard be a humble boss
My shoes tied, I pull strings to reverse your double cross
King, I keep it fly for the love of God
Guess they're irritated to see I, with that double R
'Sup subpar cats
C-note cabbage
Hit a miss on the low, like Shaq free-throw average
I mean, below average
Ain't hard to see those envy
My pockets full of that green, I call it eco-friendly
Damn, look what I've built
Look how I've got it, don't play me
These niggas can't fade me, these rookies get killed
I bury you, don't worry your burial will be beautiful
Cookies and milk
Oh that there the Phantom, that bitch look like Hannah Montana
The outside be white but the inside be black
Nigga keep talkin' that shit, I'll be back
With that Brrrat!
Not that Barack
But my presidential filled up with rocks
Start from the bottom and build to the top
I'm in the building, no filling my spot
You fill in the place
I'm peeling my top
I'm peeling off wheels on my [?]
No feeling for I
Position my nigga got millions to plot
How you feelin' biatch?

[Kobe & Shanica Knowles:]
They ain't never gave me nothing but a hard time
They ain't never gave me shit (Never gave me shit)
Don't give a fuck but I had to make it
They ain't give me nothing y'all
But yet they always trynna take it away from me (Never gave me shit)
They ain't never gave me nothing

 

[fox69]

"Hello, Good Morning"

"Hello, Good Morning"


Uh one two one two
It's Los
Check check one two one two
Zero
Ugh big chain and a watch
Maybach leave shit stains on ya block
Ciroc in my cup I don't give a fuck
And I'm screamin that, while I get brain on a yacht
If money talks I'm a loud discussion
You got knots in ya pockets I got mild concussions
I got a God given flow amen
I'm all over this bitch like spray tan
Even Diddy gotta respect this one
I'm finna black out no electrician
I'm too big to hide me
Too wide for you guys to be beside me
Goddamn a blind man could recognize me
Fuck I need an ID, for?
I just open up the doors on the Masi
I got a bad yellow bitch – black shades
And I threw D's on her – bad grades
"Fuck hatin" what I tell I hater
We raise hell like Satan on a elevator
This a retro sneaker never lace it
Twenty threes on custom shocks never scrape it
Make love to beautiful bitches never tape it
Whether it's Patron or pussy never chase it
Time, love, money, and knowledge, never waste it
You real give a look or a nod never say it
Forever cool lack of emotion never faded
So fly think I bumped my head on heaven's basement
Ha gimme a second
Ciroc in my cup and I don't give a fuck
Okay okay
Thinkin that revenge is sweet you never taste it
Success is the best revenge you never made it
She ain't gotta be bi I could buy both you
Rock-a-bye I could fly out bi-coastal
You could see I'm fly without bifocals
Who local? You dummin
My name get mentioned by the locals in London
Vocals in Pari fuck folk who compare me
Sweatsuit grey Bentley coupe with the hoody back
Canary so fly your bitch thought she saw a putty tat
So I flew her thru the hood and back
And somethin with the hood and back

 

[fox69]

"Hustle Hard Freestyle"

"Hustle Hard Freestyle"


Same old shit, just a different day
I'm coming for the crown, the fuck a nigga say?
Los
And I'm the best rapper alive!

Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog
Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off
Damn Los you go too hard
These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!
Rappers fake, it's pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit
Niggas get blasted away and beheaded
Bitch that crown ain't safe cause I said it
I got my shovel I'm coming, don't stumble
I got you a big fucking tomb
I ain't got no deal but I'm building a bedroom
Cause I got some shit coming soon
Man I'm raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out
You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House
I'm so deep in that top 5, I can't find out the kid number
Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother
They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing
Jay you better find that nigga, go sign that nigga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh
Magnificent is old, excellent is boring
Some niggas call this amazing, I call it this morning
All yellow diamonds in my purple drop
She give me brains I come to live, bitch I'm urkle pop
Think outside the box, I'm frozen beware
I'm packin that tray but I'm too cold to be square
Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,
The tray sits inside the box, here's your lesson for today,
Ok, when you're this cold and you ain't in a nice mood,
You put square niggas in a box, ice cube.
I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views
Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes
'These old things? '
She said 'yes dear, but when did they come out? '
I'm like 'bitch, next year! '
Note to the rap game 'nobody call next here,
Or I'm a snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here'
And to XXL: 'Fuck could a nigga say?,
Ya'll did the same old shit, jus a different day'
Get this straight, I'm no Freshmen
More like the Principal, there's no question
Run this school and niggas don't test him
But it's the principle that I'm stressing
Question: 'When ya'll talk about the best, how don't you mention me? '
I ain't on a bench, I'm the benchmark of my century
Eventually I'm a show you rappers just pussy
Cause the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?

 

[fox69]

"I Do Freestyle"

"I Do Freestyle"


Now from my manicured hands to my totebag, I'm so bad
My grammar, my vocab, my manners, my whole swag
Dog, please, from my heart beats a story
Leaving art's beats by large leaps, to God be the glory
Your facade to me is boring
Ain't a fucking way that you could clown me
I'm so hot, even summer play it cool around me
I sweep the town like a king, baby, peep the crown
Who else you know could tell a skyscraper, "Keep it down"?
But that ain't bout shit, my style just appear fresher
I'm really bout this, my outfits is peer pressure
Watch your mouth, bitch
These ain't Guccis, they YSL
But fuck, if it was shit on a stick
I'd make it look fly as hell
I say I got mo' pads, that's cribs for us to go tonight
He say he got mo' pads, this nigga's on a motorbike
But fuck it, pop a wheelie, throw the deuce up
If you pimping, tell your bitches pop a pill and pull some juice up
I'm too pumped on the track, I need to calm down
I'm so over the top, I climb a mountain for the climb down
Yeah, I said climb down, nigga, my work has just begun
Why celebrate on top of a mountain if I ain't fucking done?
I'm the one, I be a bastard to assume
You still'll be mountain climbing when I'm dancing on the moon
Success loves to hide but I go seek
Ever if I sat my passion down, it would grow feet
I'm talking walk, crawl, jog, nigga, run to me
And I ain't gotta run game, it really run through me
She said, "Ain't you Los? Well, what it do, nigga? "
"You feel that breeze? " I said yeah boo-boo, I'm a cool nigga
Now she stay in arm's reach; as far as she know
I could stand on a beach and make a palm tree blow
Speaking of blow, met this freak at the show
Told her give me some head and she began to go
She was geeking and blow, put it deep in her throat
Titties and ass need to be on a pole
Attempt to get high but she frequently low
Picked a spot on the map and a weekend to go and we gone
Whitey so soft and I'm blowing that strong
Got me saying, "I do" like it go in this song
I do, I do, I would, I will
For your love, who should I kill?
How good I feel, I kill myself
I'm fresh to death, I feel myself
You don't get it, feel myself?
Fresh to death, I kill myself
I'm still myself bro, who are you?
Bitch, you sound like so-and-so
Rapping about such-and-such, I wish your motherfucking flow would grow
No chance
Nigga so watered down
If you put him in the ground he'd probably grow plants
Call it flowers for the dead
Yeah bitch, I'm far out like I'm hours from the crib
I heard when they get thick, you turn diva
Me, I'm riding out, and I ain't making u-turns neither
Bet you turn zero when them lions out there
Take your stripes like a tiger, leave you lying out bare

Had to slow that down, had to speed that up
Damn, I'm just freestyling, nigga, what the fuck
This shit was over a long time ago
But fuck it, I said it's time to show these niggas that
I care, I care
I make home look good like I'm eye care
Damn nigga, this is my year, my year
And it feels so good
Say yeah baby, it feels so good
I said, I'm singing to you motherfuckers
I'm like a friend to you motherfuckers

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Fuck Wit That"
(feat. Paypa)

"I Don't Fuck Wit That"
(feat. Paypa)



[Verse 1: Los]
This that sniper swag long distance damage
No coincidence I appear then your bitches vanish
Now you appear at the disadvantage
Bitch go head, this here
Get all your wishes granted (talk)
These niggas lack conviction
Ain't convincing shit
Had my bitches scramble through your pockets
Like they blitzin Vick
Listen, this is it
You missed it, I fist this shit
I switch it then get this shit
It's tradition, you dig it bitch?
Niggas is bustas man all you suckas is licorice
You don't snitch on ya brothers
That shit is fuckin ridiculous
Make us cut off your tongue
To butter the gun to your gums
Talking punishment a mother wouldn't want for her son
Uhhhhh
Niggas cut throat out here like O.J.
Cut the top off the coupe of the old j
Push a button fix the roof and bump the old j's
If you trill I fucks with chu, the long way

[Hook: Los & Paypa]
You got a table with no bitches
I don't really fuck with that
Hating and broke niggas
I don't really fuck with that
Hanging with known snitches
I don't really fuck with that
You can do you my nigga
But I don't really fuck with that
I just don't, I just don't fuck with that
I just can't, I just can't fuck with that
I just won't, I just won't fuck with that
Shit so trill, my bitch won't fuck with that

[Verse 2: Paypa]

[Hook: Los & Paypa]
You got a table with no bitches
I don't really fuck with that
Hating and broke niggas
I don't really fuck with that
Hanging with known snitches
I don't really fuck with that
You can do you my nigga
But I don't really fuck with that
I just don't, I just don't fuck with that
I just can't, I just can't fuck with that
I just won't, I just won't fuck with that
Shit so trill, my bitch won't fuck with that