I Got You

King Los

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    [Intro: Los]
    There's something about
    The way you do what you do
    You know

    [Verse 1: Los]
    Her lipstick and her coupe is red
    She get stupid bread
    Bands a make her dance, least that's what Juicy said
    She say these niggas suck, and all these bitches fake
    But it's your birthday boy, long as I get this cake
    Well I only have plans to drop them dollars then I'm out
    Cause she know I keep them bands like a college in the south
    Man she lay back, so chill, long hair, gold grill
    I got the old school, it got gold wheels
    You bust a dope move and then we go chill
    Like hop in the whip, no toupee on
    We can make a movie, no blu-ray on
    Bitch Bad, no Lupe songs
    And I'm a try to fix whatever you say wrong
    Like these niggas try to hold me back
    These bitches try to hold me back
    Since when is that how the homies act
    If your real you gotta show me that

    [Bridge: Los]
    All that shit she come from it, glad she end up dumb from it
    See the money really gotta bitch numb from it
    Nowadays nobody keep it one hunnit
    Just do your thang, make your dough
    Hit the stage, take the show
    Keep ya space, from basic hoes
    Shorty if you ever need a place to go
    I got you

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    [Hook: The Weeknd]
    I got you
    I got you
    I got you

    [Verse 2: Los]
    She the type of girl that's hated by her neighbors on the low
    Said this whole world just so cold that she feels safer on the pole
    She fuck with niggas that ain't shit, but that ain't it, so she like girls
    But these hatin', fakin' bitches make her so sick she might hurl
    She said, "They pretend to like me, they don't truly know me
    Bands a make her dance, just like Juicy told me"
    If you got that bag, she gon' drop that back
    (If you got that bag, she gon' drop that back)
    If you drop that stash, she gon' pop that cat
    On the mother fuckin handstand, get it bitch
    Don't stop, clock bread
    Pop that, like French said
    Tell basic bitches, drop dead
    In your presence
    Speaking of presence, this gift that I got in my hand
    Go up in the air, you bustin' it open, I'm droppin' them bands, bands, bands

    [Bridge: Los]
    All that shit she come from it, glad she end up dumb from it
    See the money really gotta bitch numb from it
    Nowadays nobody keep it one hunnit
    Just do your thang, make your dough
    Hit the stage, take the show
    Keep ya space, from basic hoes
    Shorty if you ever need a place to go
    I got you

    [Hook: The Weeknd]
    I got you
    I got you
    I got you

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