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king los - t.n.b lyrics

[hook]
pull up to the club – skatin’ on them dishes
we in ’67 chevys, they got daytons on them b-tches
f-ck is goin’ on? thought that hatin’ sh-t was finished
we don’t take it personal, we just takin’ n-gg-s b-tches
said we takin’ n-gg-s’ b-tches, takin’ n-gg-s’ b-tches
takin’ n-gg-s’ b-tches, yeah, we takin’ n-gg-s’ b-tches
that’s your girl up in my section? boy, you know the business
just don’t take it personal, we takin’ everybody’s b-tches
hundred bottles of ciroc, drinkin’ like a boss
f-ck what n-gg-s think, b-tch, i think i like to floss
f-ck is goin’ on? thought that hatin’ sh-t was finished
take some shots, take some pictures,
then let’s take these n-gg-s’ b-tches

[verse 1]
okay, i’m faded off that motherf-ckin’ ciroc, buzz
b-tch we in the building like sheetrock, studs
now she want me to beat that p-ssy ‘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 c-ke
so don’t be actin’ like you bougie if your boyfriend broke
she said he ain’t f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-’s ego, dollars off that vertical
she tripped over my swag – so you know where she goin’
put no b-tch over my cash – b-tch, 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

[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’mma get it poppin’, shorties know we rockin’
i got all these b-tches 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 b-tches
she said he ain’t f-ckin’ her right, she gon’ eliminate him soon
and my shine out of this world, b-tch, 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 b-tches still roll, oj in the cold
i hope it’s all good like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone
if that b-tch don’t lick c-ck, n-gg-, 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 motherf-ckin’ time
tell that n-gg- clean my wheels and make them motherf-ckers shine

[hook]

- king los lyrics

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