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king los – weak lyrics

[hook: c-ssie]
so what you talking about, what you talking about
all that bullsh-t, you …
i’m catching bodies in my sleep, k!lling n-ggas call the police
hundred bottles all on me
that sh-t so, that sh-t so weak

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
walk up in the club, they’re like “oh, godd-mn it!”
got a whole lot of chains and a whole lot of rings on
just made another two milli’ off a deal
so i’m ‘bout to go crazy, get my f-ckin’ champagne on
thirty-five bottles when i walk up in the greystone
certified platinum anything i put my name on
pockets fat, so they showed me love, call it faizon
grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone
stuntin’, stuntin’ — i’m rollin’ up like it’s nothin’
if i want it, i’m gon’ pay for it
i get it if i want it
my car foreign, i drop back
the roof let the sun in
game’s what a n-gga runnin’
get a check then i’m dumbin’
ooh, fly n-gga, smoke papers only
i’m a made n-gga, i be with made men
f-ck n-ggas i stay away from, dog
they never play me, i never save them
smoke ‘til i p-ss out, my eyes be all lazy
keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy
i’m like “ten more”
the waitress looked at me like “10-4″
if you ain’t spendin’ no ends up
f-ck you n-ggas up in here for?
i’m drunk, can’t drive my benz
high, can’t find my friends
d-mn near out my mind
goin’ out again, heard how much i made
watch how much i spend…

[hook: c-ssie]
so what you talkin’ ‘bout, what you talkin’ ‘bout?
all that bullsh-t you…
i’m catching bodies in my sleep
k!llin’ n-ggas, call the police
a hundred bottles, all on me
that sh-t’s so, that sh-t’s so weak
talk sh-t about me, then speak
that sh-t’s so, that sh-t’s so weak
we done spent your mortgage on weed
i’m catching bodies in my sleep
k!llin’ n-ggas, call the police
you swear you ballin’ out in these streets
that sh-t’s so, that sh-t’s so weak

[verse 2: king los]
they should take the dollar bill and put a fly n-gga on it
ya’ll bought ciroc, but my n-gga own it
i’m the sh-t, in the crib, h-lla bad
with a motherf-ckin’ helipad, two fly n-ggas on it
poppin’ tags, pockets fat as the b-tch cadisha
in my custom cutty so smokin’ i call it wiz khalifa
get your dough and throw that cheese up, man
that’s how we makin’ pizza
if it’s poppin’ and i profit, i could probably make a feature
i could probably make a teacher go “what?!”
rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love
let me tell you ‘bout love, b-tch, i love to ball, b-tch
i love to ball, b-tch, i love to fall, b-tch
cause you get the trap, b-tch, i love ’em all
bet you love your b-tch, bet you love ’em all
bet you rub ’em all on the back like that
she was just up in my section
checkin’ for n-ggas who really gettin’ checks
and who really got whips in the parking lot
like they look like the jetsons
i’m fresher than freshman in a letterman
them n-ggas buyin’ the bottles?
i mean, who the f-ck let ‘em in?
we on the couch like family guy
i got a brand new lambi with brandy’s eyes
got brand design, i got that too legit to quit
i got that hammer time, i got that grammar mind
that mean my b-tch is ballin’ too, n-gga
you know what my b-tches is callin’ you n-ggas?
they callin’ you b-tches, callin’ you n-ggas
out, no top on the coupe, call it wiggin’
ow, can you dig it?
jump back and kiss myself
man, every second i miss myself
when i think about the illest n-ggas they say ever did it
i get inconsiderate like it is just myself
man, i twist myself a little doobie and do me
so do me no favours, i do it like i’m doing a movie

[hook: c-ssie]

- king los lyrics

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