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king los - pay up lyrics

intro soundbite:
it ain’t just about the money
it’s nothing
know what it’s about?
it’s about f-cking those skeezers like that right there
it’s about driving them fly -ss cars
and it’s never gonna be about nothing
told you bout a n-gga like me

verse 1:
hey yo this sh-t is getting critical, you n-ggas getting pitiful,
thinking minuscule, i think they thinking i’m in the school,
no, i’m into schooling these foolish n-ggas who bend the rules
if you don’t want the ceiling to cave in you gotta bend the roof
bend the truth to make a straight liar out a crooked n-gga,
in my hood it be ks bucking but i ain’t a brooklyn n-gga
look here n-gga
you girl look here cause this the look here n-gga,
it’s magic, you get no looks here n-gga
no it’s magic, you get no looks, here n-gga,
you pebbles in the pond only on your first ripple,
i’m jordan’s first dribble, larry bird’s first triple,
i’m beyond you n-ggas, a bionic writer
i’m tiger with the iron, the eye on the tiger
an iconic n-gga, hikin’ on the sun
snappin’ early like i told my n-ggas hike it on the one, hut
and before you get a hut 2
i’ll hunt you down and even show up at your hut too
speaking of hustle, your b-tch just get to these loose b-lls,
took her to see jaws 2 and she gave me them 2 jaws
but my man gave me them 2 jars
the purple that had us doing circles like we in new cars,
i planted a bomb, i’m about to bomb planets
my plan is for you n-ggas to go into a calm panic
lyrical armed bandit, bombs get your arms bandaged
one palm planning to get your whole arm handed
back to you then b-tch i get back to you
as i’m back to it in that maybach and i back through you
you ain’t bad as me, i’m bad for you and bad to you
chop you in half n-gga, you’ll happen to have two you
while having it happen to you, do you have it at all?
i’m stabbing your doll and i don’t mean practicing black voodoo
i’m that doodoo, matter of fact i’m a rap guru
you cr-p p–poo, whack b00boo, i rap coocoo
who you? just a n-gga i gotta pry apart
and black on your track like tire marks
attired mark, n-gga i don’t buy your heart
you should go and buy a heart, try to spark a fire starter
and throw your book in the fireplace
retire gracefully fully, back in this b-tch
packing the mack in the back of the hip
having the sickest miraculous sh-t that happened to hit
having them hits, happy to sh-t on them rappers that b-tch
trapping you b-tch, gripping them bricks, we’ll hustle n-gga
just hustle harder than other n-ggas
cause i’m from it n-gga, success don’t make me above it n-gga,
yeah i love my n-ggas, they might f-ck your bummy rat
you know, when we with your pooh we never bring your honey back
woah, no, homie don’t say that
he hits him in the head, homie don’t play that
way back, when i was just bumping pun’s sh-t
catchin’ every pun cause cannabis had dumb flips
eminem k!lled dre and kim in his raps
it was written was my favorite, i slayed a ten minute flat rhyme for puffy
and that n-gga gave me a deal
then the feds came along and d-mn near gave me the chills
cause they took all my n-ggas, my n-ggas took to the streets
they took our studio from us, they took my hooks and my beats
but now i’m hooked, i’m a beast, and i’m back and i’m better
i was becoming the king, now i’m back for the cheddar
pay up

- king los lyrics

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