king los – like me lyrics
[hook: los]
see a n-gga like me?
i’m on my sh-t, i’m on my sh-t
see a n-gga like you?
you on my d-ck, you on my d-ck
see a n-gga like me?
i don’t know nothin’ ’bout nothin’
homie, i’m just gettin’ to the paper
see a n-gga like you?
doin’ a bunch of motherf-ckin’ frontin’
otherwise known as a hater
like me…
glad i’m a n-gga like me…
me… glad i’m a n-gga like me…
me… glad i’m a n-gga like me…
me… glad i’m a n-gga like me…
[verse 1: los]
king – candy paint the gold drop
hop out, chicks be all on my d-ck
drop ’bout 50 large on my wrist
rock it while i run a quick menage with your b-tch
hold up – roll up, watchin’ b-tches f-ckin’ the pole up
on the other hand, probably rubber banding my dough up
slow up, i tell a bad b-tch “pour up”
and we gon’ get it crackin’ as soon as she call a ho up
true, they ain’t f-ckin’ with your broke -ss
see these poor–ss n-ggas? you straight up out, low cash
lookout, i’m a boss you a lookout
paper plates on my grill like my car is a cookout
took out a bunch of money, i’m a baller
borrow you b-tch and give her back, and n-ggas never call her
call her a ho, she’ll probably answer to it
bands’ll make her dance and she’s probably dancing to it
like work, work – shirt, skirt
all over the floor, man, i’m all over your wh0r-
we all over the board, we scorin’
jordans on the foreign, probably uniform, flight, bumpin’ lauren
you ain’t doin’ what i’m doin’, i be on
i’m beyond all you n-ggas, i’m a king, you a p-wn
you are p-wning your rings cause i’m on
you arranging a storm, and the storm is coming, be warned, calm
de f-ck down, punks jump up then get beat the f-ck down
this beef’s been cut down to the minimum, bend ’em up
a few million, n-gga what? bigger trust
fast cars, my last bars out of this world like nasa
see a n-gga like you?
just mad cause i’m rappin’ my -ss off
[hook]
[verse 2: juicy j]
i get high every day – wake and bake
get me high, b-tch, get me elevated
pop mea molly then i f-ck her face
i just lit a hundred straight
all my trees be smokin’ great
in a blunt or in a pape
you ain’t talkin’ cash, need to translate
you chick is part of my fanbase
sippin’ syrup –
freaky b-tch gon’ make it work when she make it twerk
i’m in my car, i gotta swerve
trying not to hit the f-ckin’ curb
these n-ggas think it’s easy
i make that sh-t look easy
i seen a ho from tv
and i f-cked a ho from tv
smoke one when you see me
i hustle every season
ballin’ and i’m stuntin’, ho
call me willie b, man
got a fine b-tch that be singin’
when i’m in the lam’, that’s what she be fiendin’
shut up all the talkin’, ho, drink the s-m-n
gettin’ money like ross and i always stay schemin’
i could sell some water to a fire
in the mall parking lot, doin’ doughnuts, burnin’ yokohama tires
n-gga, get you some money
quit tryna count mine
ray charles swag, i can count money blind
[hook]
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