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king lil g, krypto, & emc - sucios cypher lyrics

[chorus: king lil g]
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (ayy)
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (ayy)
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (ayy)
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (come on)

[verse 1: king lil g]
my last flow made you nervous
and i’m still taking shots at this rapping circus
never gon’ sleep if the trap is working
b-tch i’m the king on a platinum surface
i’m on a different type of cl-ss than you
my og’s would’ve never let me rap with you
but i’m sure they’re down to take me to the back with you
so i can tell ’em you a b-tch and i can scr-p with you
the king been a part of the alumni
tyson flows with no punchlines
sold out shows with no cosigns
it ain’t drug dealing, it’s just dope rhymes
i’m at war with rappers and ghost writers
if they ain’t ghost writing they flow biting
when the guns start popping just don’t mind ’em
if that b-tch can’t rap then don’t sign ’em
nevertheless, b-tch you probably will
illegal possessions up in my automobile
now let me tell you little somethin’ ’bout these sensitive rappers
talk sh-t about each other then they kickin’ it after
f-ck all of ’em, your entourage, f-ck them too
if your dj’s with ’em we can run that too
it ain’t nothin’ to a mexican
b-tch we’re hated by the motherf-ckin’ president

[verse 2: krypto]
los angeles, ak-47’s with banana clips, strap tucked low by the waistline
we the sucios ho, and i ain’t feeling no imitating, eradicating, take ’em out the main line
this is the same rhyme, i’m okay, i’m
a little psycho like michael on arrival
crossover smooth like ai did on michael
they call me ambulance, checkin’ money like it’s vitals
d-mn, they swearin’ they the champ with no t-tle
banging on the gram and on tidal, stream
everybody actin’ homicidal
but when it get’s real where’s that money, cream
go and floss your money
want to be d boy so bad, lyin’ to the people on the gram
fake jewelry having, still livin’ in the ghetto with a beamer eatin’ spam, b-tch
i ain’t even f-ckin’ with you, get some tissue for your issues
hurt up in your feelings like a pitbull bit you
pitbull bit you in the projects ho
dark shades on like it’s 2004
i was packin’ weight back in 2004
i can stop now but no wait, there’s more
you can’t lie to a real one, we too pure
when you see that ak hit the floor, b-tch

[verse 3: emc]
i’m a murderer from south la
i c-ck that k, bring afghan to your block today
also your b-tch gon’ block today
the rap game’s in my palm and on lock today, don’t
get in your feelings ’cause it’s too late
end your life early like school on a tuesday
i handle any problem like touché
trap central drops, four twenty on may day
i started with a dollar and a dream now i’m gettin’ to the cream
sittin’ on the throne but you ain’t no king
headshot to my enemy, it ain’t no thing, yo
i’m like jfk with the headshots
and yeah i get twisted like dreadlocks
i’ma do it for the city and jay rock
five eight drive ho, same block
i told you i’m a sucio, now the clique’s boomin’
count the money for me, i’ma pack for amusment
took a break, came back, now the clique’s movin’
i guess i gotta remind ’em how young sinatra do it, yeah

[chorus: king lil g]
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (ayy)
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (ayy)
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (ayy)
them boys is su-su-su-su-sucio (come on, hey)

- king lil g krypto emc lyrics

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