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King Los

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    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

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