King Los
King Los & Fantasia
King Los & Tank & Twista
King Los & Diddy & Ludacris
King Los & Mickey Shiloh & Wiz Khalifa
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King Los & Juicy J
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King Los & Raheem DeVaughn
King Los & Yo Gotti & Pusha T
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King Los & Wiz Khalifa & Cassie
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King Los & Mickey Shiloh
King Los
[Intro]
Niggas know what I do, when I
When I jump on this shit man
Los... it's the king
[Verse 1]
Yo
Last year I ain't even have a deal (go)
Last month I made half a mil (flat)
Last week I made ya girl grab her heels (work)
Fuck a bitch and pop half a pill (go)
Do you hoe I'm doin' mine (go)
Stare so hard she goin' blind
She keep her tongue out, and her legs spread
I bet her zodiac, is a Jordan sign (work)
Hold up, slow down (slow down)
Niggas actin like they really want me go ballistic I'mma
Load up, whole round (whole round)
Turn a nigga into jelly when I hit him in the biscuit like
Roll up (roll up), get it? Roll up? Biscuit?
Jelly? Roll up? Fuck 'em, roll up
Something, potent, OG, Los a, motha-fuckin', OG, hoes be
All on my dick (my dick), all in my section (my section)
Only love I have for them (got for them), is called an erection
Oh yes we leave a bitch nigga where they see fish swim
Chrome on his lip like a deep dish rim
Treat a nigga like a Maserati, hop out in Cavalli
Tell her pop another molly, make her hop in my Denali, prolly
Cop it Nevada, then we chop it out in Cali
Get it poppin' at the Ramada with models from the valley
We in here, so deep (deep), y'all niggas look like ass for real
Pussy niggas get cleaned up, like we load them mags with Massengill (uh)
Load that MAC lay back and chill, roll that sack then pass the kill like...
[Bridge]
I'm uncomfy 'round you niggas
Cause I'm fuckin' all of yo' bitches
When she see me ballin' them sixes
So fly, so fly, so fly
So fly, so fly, so fly
[Hook]
And you ain't slung no birds
You ain't neva slung no birds (x2)
You ain't hug no curb
You ain't neva hug no curb (x2)
You ain't shave no eigth
You ain't neva shave no eigth (x2)
I break shit down, say I got a bath salt flow
Run nigga save yo face (whatup)
[Verse 2]
You with your crew, and they talkin' shit
And you talkin' shit, but you stayin' behind 'em
I'm becoming king, and that became a problem
You lame I'm violent, you tamed and silent
Your dame got brain like insane asylums
Crazy as shit, so maybe that shit
Is almost as good as that trade for Bynum
You trade, I'm buyin em', they afraid I'm climbin'
Like two rollies at one time
Two hoes with me dumb fine
Ooo don't tempt me my girlfriend had
Two-door Bentleys unsigned
Frontline, frontline
All my soldiers dumb biased...
And all y'all hoes just come by us...
Your girl and her girlfriend said you can come buy us...
So your girl still behind the catcher like umpires
Hold up, roll up
(You a nasty nigga), bitch so what?
Getcha dough up, broke ass niggas make me throw up
Black Lamborghini doors go up
Fuck around and come around I run the town I spun around your
Block twice just to scoop your mothafuckin' hoe up, know what?
No bucks, no cuts, no cheese, coca
No fella no bread and no lettuce? No luck
No look, magic, no look, tragic
No look, yola, yo look, so shook
No hook, this time, niggas is so shook
Cuz you need a notebook, I do this with no book....
[Outro]
Wow... that shit is crazy
No Lie (Freestyle) was written by King Los.
No Lie (Freestyle) was produced by 40 & Mike WiLL Made-It.
King Los released No Lie (Freestyle) on Sat Aug 18 2012.