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king los – love it lyrics

verse 1: los
ok now this one from the bottom i need no top on my bentley
and no tops on these b-tches they give more top evidently
i’m not the type of n-gga to put dames over my scrilla
i’m tryin’ to get this change and fly a plane over my villa
illa’, fresha’, cooler, smoother, doper, chilla’
is everything that i am and you mad cause you “no familia”
and boy i’m out that jungle with them lions tigers bizz-ears
no lyin’ when i’m flyin’ i want my entire clique there
would you like to let your hizz-air, down and enjoy some champagne
majuana? patron and ciroc don’t stizz-op so do your d-mn thing
hey, anywho, hit me with your jimmy choo
if anything shorty we can get you any shoe
yea you h-lla bad and your friend she can get it too
we can sip a few, tell a n-gga what you finna do
i’m dippin’ through with my roof way back
swag high like a n-gga with a new maybach
we can ride this b-tch till the wheels fall off or the freeway crack
i’m a g laid black
true g sh-t girl … spent two g’s on gucci sh-t
swagged up from the hat to the kicks
my g i really do this sh-t

chorus: los
oh yes all my diamonds s-xist, so don’t no n-gga touch it
and b-tch don’t watch my rose, cause those ain’t in your budget
now shorty bust it open, like she want me to f-ck it
and all these n-ggas hate it, but all these b-tches love it
all these b-tches love it
i said all these b-tches love it
and you don’t have to like it, but you know how i does it
so love it, love it, love it

interlude:
you know she like the boys that hold the block down, creamed up
something outside with the top down, gleamed up
og kush by the pound when we lean up
and all these b-tches love it (all these) all these b-tches love it

verse 2: los
oh yea all them n-ggas hate it, but all them n-ggas dated
and by that i mean outdated, i got all them n-ggas faded
like a barber, i will son you, but you act more like a daughter
b-tch i’m farther, just so far that i recorded this tomorrow
just don’t bother boy it’s hopeless, i know i’m the dopest
ever seen a swag so potent you could roll it up and smoke it
chokin’ on your hatred, we joke you for that fake sh-t
i almost owe my fame to those that don’t want los to make it
n-gga i’m the one, can’t a motherf-cker test ’em
if i stood next to myself it would make the number eleven
if i’m standing next to you then that would make the number ten
while i take this number two, my n-gga thank you come again

chorus x2:
oh yes all my diamonds s-xist, so don’t no n-gga touch it
and b-tch don’t watch my rose, cause those ain’t in your budget
now shorty bust it open, like she want me to f-ck it
and all these n-ggas hate it, but all these b-tches love it
all these b-tches love it
i said all these b-tches love it
all these b-tches love it
yea man all these b-tches love it
and you don’t have to like it, but you know how i does it
so love it, love it, love it

- king los lyrics

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