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King Los

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    [Hook:]
    Pull up to the club – skatin' on them dishes
    We in '67 Chevys, they got Daytons on them bitches
    Fuck is goin' on? Thought that hatin' shit was finished
    We don't take it personal, we just takin' niggas bitches
    Said we takin' niggas' bitches, takin' niggas' bitches
    Takin' niggas' bitches, yeah, we takin' niggas' bitches
    That's your girl up in my section? Boy, you know the business
    Just don't take it personal, we takin' everybody's bitches
    Hundred bottles of Ciroc, drinkin' like a boss
    Fuck what niggas think, bitch, I think I like to floss
    Fuck is goin' on? Thought that hatin' shit was finished
    Take some shots, take some pictures,
    Then let's take these niggas' bitches

    [Verse 1:]
    Okay, I'm faded off that motherfuckin' Ciroc, buzz
    Bitch we in the building like sheetrock, studs
    Now she want me to beat that pussy 'til it beat-box (what?)
    She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin', cous'
    Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, tryna get close to me
    She got a long, wavy weave and a big ol' booty
    I'm gettin' all this rap money and my boys flip coke
    So don't be actin' like you bougie if your boyfriend broke
    She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon
    I ain't tryna spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon
    You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them guts like a convertible
    We can get up like that nigga's ego, dollars off that vertical
    She tripped over my swag – so you know where she goin'
    Put no bitch over my cash – bitch, I'm 'bout my coins
    And I ain't talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes
    Tell him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine

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    [Hook]

    [Verse 2:]
    Dance, too much booty in the pants
    I'll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ
    And she drop it, I'm a get it poppin', shorties know we rockin'
    I got all these bitches jockin' like the motorcycle dance
    I'm low on my haters, but I'm high on them digits
    I give her that sign, then we slide, you know I'm pipin' these bitches
    She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon
    And my shine out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the moon
    I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies – you know, Biggie Smalls
    I said "baby, you want some rose?" She said "you know Ricky Ross?"
    I said "whoa, my pimpin' cold – go play in the snow"
    'Cause these white bitches still roll, OJ in the cold
    I hope it's all good like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone
    If that bitch don't lick cock, nigga, kick rock like a Flintstone
    See, you give me your pebbles, I'll give you this bam-bam
    You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the sandman
    Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my motherfuckin' time
    Tell that nigga clean my wheels and make them motherfuckers shine

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    Composición: King Los

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