The Los Box (2014)

Actors

• Aglaia Beauthymos (actor)
• Brent Foster (actor)
• Douglas Herlihy (actor)
• Hunter Johnson (actor)
• Alex Knell (actor)
• Leon Liu (actor)
• Adrian Morales (actor)
• Albessant Smith (actor)
• Gabriel Smith (actor)
• Iwei Tang (actor)
• Sean Warner (actor)
• Marianna Adaire (actress)
• Anita Nicole Brown (actress)
• Bailey Fox (actress)
• Meghann Mueller (actress)

Genres

Keep Movin' (2013)

Actors

• Nicolas Alexander (actor)
• Jonee Avendano (actor)
• Carlos Christian (actor)
• Jacob Johnston (actor)
• Scott Mitchell (actor)
• Ben Tracy (actor)
• Nicolas Alexander (producer)
• Carlos Christian (producer)
• Evan Parquette (producer)
• Nicolas Alexander (writer)
• Carlos Christian (composer)
• Nicolas Alexander (director)
• Nicolas Alexander (editor)
• Carlos Christian (editor)
• Evan Parquette (editor)

Genres

• Action
• Short

Taglines:

You can't fight fate. You can fight back.

Runnin' (2013)

Actors

• Nicolas Alexander (actor)
• Carlos Christian (actor)
• Mary Christian (actor)
• Jacob Johnston (actor)
• Chi Williams (actor)
• Nicolas Alexander (producer)
• Carlos Christian (producer)
• Evan Parquette (producer)
• Nicolas Alexander (writer)
• Carlos Christian (composer)
• Nicolas Alexander (director)
• Nicolas Alexander (editor)
• Carlos Christian (editor)
• Evan Parquette (editor)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

Taglines:

If a body runs cold...what good is it's soul?

Assassins Tale (2013)

Actors

• Patrick Burdine (actor)
• Paul Cuschieri (actor)
• Tony DeLeo (actor)
• Rob Roy Fitzgerald (actor)
• Guy Garner (actor)
• Ryan Graham (actor)
• Stan Harrington (actor)
• Brian Eric Johnson (actor)
• John M. Keating (actor)
• David Kwak (actor)
• Kaiwi Lyman (actor)
• Jerrod Paige (actor)
• Gary Poux (actor)
• Olivia Julien (actress)
• Michael Beach (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Crime

Alley's Light (2011)

Actors

• Jimi Barrolle (actor)
• Laura Bradley (actor)
• Shaun Clay (actor)
• Derek Haywood (actor)
• Brandon Jolley (actor)
• Bob Lanoue (actor)
• Courtney Medor (actor)
• Madison Medor (actor)
• De'Angelo Wright (actor)
• Jacinte Blankenship (actress)
• Aimee Dunn (actress)
• Rachelle Neal (actress)
• Brandon Jolley (producer)
• Brandon Jolley (writer)
• Jill Andrade (director)

Genres

• Action
• Drama
• Short

Blackbird (2011)

Actors

• Andrew Micheal Carter (actor)
• Sophia Cerpa (actor)
• Joseph David-Jones (actor)
• Jovany Delgado (actor)
• Michael Esparza (actor)
• Juan Freire (actor)
• Aimee Carillo (actress)
• Marcella Gonzales (actress)
• Noemi Gonzalez (actress)
• Lainey Lipson (actress)
• Jasmine Martinez (actress)
• Nikki Teymouri (actress)
• Gil Marsden (producer)
• Paloma Martinez (producer)
• Daniel Grove (writer)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

There Can Only Be One (2011)

Actors

• Marvin Baldwin (actor)
• Najma Cade (actor)
• Robert Clinton (actor)
• Wendell Dejoie (actor)
• Lamarr Gulley (actor)
• Keith Allen Hayes (actor)
• Walter Isom (actor)
• Dontrell Jones (actor)
• Sharif Kemp (actor)
• Thad Morris (actor)
• Marielle Porter (actor)
• Ralph Thomas (actor)
• D'Celeste Halfkenny (actress)
• Ameerah Muhammad (actress)
• Jamilah Rouse (actress)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

There Can Only Be One (2011)

Actors

• Marvin Baldwin (actor)
• Najma Cade (actor)
• Jermaine Clark (actor)
• Robert Clinton (actor)
• Wendell Dejoie (actor)
• Lamarr Gulley (actor)
• Walter Isom (actor)
• Dontrell Jones (actor)
• Sharif Kemp (actor)
• Thad Morris (actor)
• Marielle Porter (actor)
• Ralph Thomas (actor)
• D'Celeste Halfkenny (actress)
• Ameerah Muhammad (actress)
• Jamilah Rouse (actress)

Genres

• Drama
• Short

Stacking Chips (2009)

Actors

• Patrick Burdine (actor)
• Rob Roy Fitzgerald (actor)
• Guy Garner (actor)
• Ryan Graham (actor)
• Stan Harrington (actor)
• Brian Eric Johnson (actor)
• John M. Keating (actor)
• David Kwak (actor)
• Kaiwi Lyman (actor)
• Jerrod Paige (actor)
• Gary Poux (actor)
• Olivia Julien (actress)
• Rebecca Grace Larkin (actress)
• Dani Marco (actress)
• Michael Beach (actor)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama

Soldiers United for Cash (2001)

Actors

• Chris Barriere (actor)
• Robert Earl Davis Jr. (actor)
• Michael Dixon (actor)
• Lil' Flip (actor)
• Carlos Grace (actor)
• Charles Grace (actor)
• John E. Hawkins (actor)
• Joseph McVey (actor)
• Kenneth Moore (actor)
• Milton Powell (actor)
• DJ Screw (actor)
• Wesley Weston (actor)
• Ariel Santschi (producer)
• Ariel Santschi (writer)
• Ariel Santschi (director)

Genres

• Documentary

Taglines:

Biography of DJ Screw & The Screwed Up Click

Los, Los Jeme Filmography

• The Blue Dress
  2013, role: actor , character name: The twins

Los

Cast

• Jack Topalian
• Anoush Arakelian
• Levon Sharafyan
• Alla Tumanian
• Violetta Gevorkyan
• Razmik Mansuryan
• Annabelle Amirav
• Sara Watson
• Inga Stamboltyan
• Christina Sadéh
• Arevik Ananyan
• Jenny Pasqualetto

• Season 1
• Episode 9: (#1.9)
  USA:13 September 2010...
• Episode 10: (#1.10)
  USA:14 September 2010...
• Episode 11: (#1.11)
  USA:15 September 2010...
• Episode 14: (#1.14)
  USA:21 September 2010...
• Episode 15: (#1.15)
  USA:22 September 2010...
• Episode 18: (#1.18)
  USA:28 September 2010...
• Episode 19: (#1.19)
  USA:29 September 2010...
• Episode 23: (#1.23)
  USA:6 October 2010...
• Episode 24: (#1.24)
  USA:7 October 2010...
• Episode 25: (#1.25)
  USA:11 October 2010...
• Episode 26: (#1.26)
  USA:12 October 2010...
• Episode 27: (#1.27)
  USA:13 October 2010...
• Episode 28: (#1.28)
  USA:14 October 2010...
• Episode 29: (#1.29)
  USA:18 October 2010...
• Episode 32: (#1.32)
  USA:21 October 2010...
• Episode 33: (#1.33)
  USA:25 October 2010...
• Episode 34: (#1.34)
  USA:26 October 2010...
• Episode 35: (#1.35)
  USA:26 October 2010...
• Episode 36: (#1.36)
  USA:28 October 2010...
• Episode 37: (#1.37)
  USA:1 November 2010...
• Episode 38: (#1.38)
  USA:2 November 2010...
• Episode 39: (#1.39)
  USA:3 November 2010...
• Episode 42: (#1.42)
  USA:9 November 2010...
• Episode 43: (#1.43)
  USA:10 November 2010...
• Episode 44: (#1.44)
  USA:11 November 2010...
• Episode 48: (#1.48)
  USA:18 November 2010...
• Episode 49: (#1.49)
  USA:22 November 2010...
• Episode 50: (#1.50)
  USA:23 November 2010...
• Episode 51: (#1.51)
  USA:24 November 2010...
• Episode 54: (#1.54)
  USA:1 December 2010...
• Episode 55: (#1.55)
  USA:2 December 2010...
• Episode 56: (#1.56)
  USA:6 December 2010...
• Episode 57: (#1.57)
  USA:7 December 2010...
• Episode 58: (#1.58)
  USA:8 December 2010...
• Episode 59: (#1.59)
  USA:9 December 2010...
• Episode 60: (#1.60)
  USA:10 December 2010...
• Episode 61: (#1.61)
  USA:16 December 2010...

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Los - Rammstein
• Los - Pe Werner
• What's Good - Los
• Vintage Rolls Royce Interior - Los
• Livin' The Life - Los
• King Los (ft. Lola Monroe) - Los
• King Los - Los
• I'm On One - Los
• Hustle Hard Remix - Los
• Whoopin Ass - Los
• Dark Fantasy Freestyle - Los
• Unstoppable - Los
• The Bottom - Los
• Tha Life - Los
• Sure Thing - Los
• Stroke Of Genius - Los
• Slo Motion - Los
• Shine - Los
• Roman's Revenge (freestyle) - Los
• Reppin - Los
• Pour Out My Heart - Los
• Panic Mode - Los
• Outro - Los
• Never Say Never (ft. Sean Hayz) - Los
• Moment For Life - Los
• Masterpiece - Los
• Marvin's Room - Los
• Make You Fly - Los
• Look At Me Now - Los
• Living My Dreams - Los
• Gucci Gucci - Los
• Good Night - Los
• Get It (ft. Xv) - Los
• Fresh Pair Of J's - Los
• Finally Here - Los
• Fast Lane - Los
• Fall For Your Type - Los
• Bonnie & Clyde (ft. Lola Monroe) - Los
• Biggest Fan - Los
• Anniversary - Los
• Angel In A New Dress - Los
• American Gangsta Freestyle - Los
• A Millie Freestyle - Los
• 6'7 Freestyle - Los
• I Got You - Los
• Wait For It - Los
• All I Know (feat. Jazelle) - Los
• Freedom Of Speech - Los
• Los - Los
• Los - Czars
• Los - Patent Ochsner

Wir waren namenlos
Und ohne Lieder
Recht wortlos
Waren wir nie wieder
Etwas sanglos
Sind wir immmer noch
Dafür nicht klanglos
Man hört uns doch
Nach einem Windstoß
Ging ein Sturm los
Einfach beispielos
Es wurde Zeit
Sie waren sprachlos
So sehr schockiert
Und sehr ratlos
Was war passiert
Etwas fassungslos
Und garantiert
Verständnislos
Das wird zensiert
Sie sagten grundlos
Schade um die Noten
So schamlos
Das gehört verboten
Es ist geistlos
Was sie da probieren
So geschmacklos
Wie sie musizieren
Ist es hoffnungslos
Sinnlos
Hilflos
Sie sind gottlos
Wir waren namenlos
Wir haben einen Namen
Waren wortlos
Die Worte kamen
Etwas sanglos
Sind wir immer noch
Dafür nicht klanglos
Das hört man doch
Wir sind nich fehlerlos
Nur etwas haltlos
Ihr werdet lautlos
Uns nie los

Ziellos
Leinen los
uferlos
auf'm Floß
ratlos
zweifellos
heimatlos
Grundlos
arbeitslos
mittellos
Kosten bloß
brotlos
mutlos
Trauerkloß
los mach' ma' hin
mach' ma' los
los bloß gar nix los is' kostenlos
Los geh' über Los
Jetzt geht's los
Haltlos
hemmungslos
gnadenlos
der Teufel los
maßlos
schamlos
nackt und bloß
Zahnlos
würdelos
absichtslos
obdachlos
schutzlos
endlos
Bahnhofsklos
los mach' ma' hin
mach' ma' los
los bloß gar nix los is' kostenlos
Los geh' über Los
Jetzt geht's los
Glücklos
chancenlos
Traumschlos
aussichtslos
machtlos
selten bloß
das große Los
los mach' ma' hin
mach' ma' los
los bloß gar nix los is' kostenlos
Los geh' über Los

[Verse 1: Los]
Man I should run up in these record labels
Like hey let me talk to ya'll
Then put that K to A in R's
Like I'm bout to spell Arkansas
Hand over my ice and cream
I ain't talkin about Haagen Dazs
I could moonwalk on the sun
Stop wishin on these fallen stars
Flow sharper than arrow heads
Ask around I'm a thoroughbred
Best rapper alive
I mean like in the whole world craig
Shout out to my birthplace
Who knew I would lose it all
You could sign me durin a earthquake
This time I would refuse to fall
Got my swag on like a nigga blew that kush
Kicks fly like I threw a shoe at bush
What's takin so long to get the radio goin
I feel like a chick gettin ready for prom
No rainbow, but it's so lame though
Here's a quick question for the Los game show
Whos better? You never
Man make a lil room for the new fella
[Hook: Los]
Good loadie woadie, everyone in the hood
Roll up on me like, now what's up witchu homie?
Don't you know all these suckas is phonie?
So what's good? Let me tell you what's good
The town ain't safe cause the hood just hood
My past couldn't slow a nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
I know you see me gunnin' for the spot, what's good?
From the bottom I'm comin' for the top, what's good?
Tell em keep your money runnin' til it stops, what's good?
When I get say I'm gunnin' for my block, what's good?
Let me tell you what's good
The town ain't safe cause the hood just hood
My past couldn't slowa nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
[Verse 2: Los]
I'm just sailin' off and livin' far from frail
Or starving prison jail
Ya boy be tight and his jewelry bright
As Bale or Harvard Princeton Yale
What I gotta tell ya like Kanye tell ya
Run up in the woods pull a Kanye tailer
Came from the bottom so you know I hate failure
I make everything tight like Kanye Tailor
Somebody go ask Jay Z
What's the craziest a flow could be?
Cause I be sayin shit that could make an athiest go O M G
I'm the rap KG slash black JB
But I go hard in the paint and ya broad might faint
You a wack JV nigga, 6 man down
Talkin bout you finna ride but your kickstand down
Bitch stand down to a stand up dude
I could and 1's when I'm in a and what mood?
Got me stop me you and what crew?
Silly rabbit what planet you think
We on you don't stand a chance
Your girl ask em nail her I screwed her
Then did the hammer dance
She went down like a avalanche
I'm too big for you, small pierce
Coupe top pushed back like Paul Pierce
I ball I push that like Paul Pierce
I could do shit here all year
So I'm comin through the lane like Rondo nigga
Cause my belt like a car note and my shoes about as much
As a payment on a condo nigga
And I'm comin for the crown no convo nigga

Look I'm about to summons the punishment then publish it
By summers come I'm a run this shit
Cause a cummerbund could'ntstomach this
Jay played chicken with a mack truck, kinda raw
Niggas play chicken with Los, I'm playing dinosaur
Carnivores hide from me, predators is prey,
The earth is my chessboard,
Where my competitors get played,
I'm 2 seconds from greatness
You 10 minutes from 8th grade
I mastered mine like I invented the slave trade
Aight, my girlfriend 9 times hot
I'm unsigned, but I shine in every prime time spot
Design lines of a genius, but them guidelines dropped
Cause my curriculum starts right where Einsteins stopped
I learned every word in the world then restarted again
I surpassed the point of a genius to retarded again
Even plotted the perfect plan then re-thought it again
So even if I forfeit they still called it a win
Me losing? I doubt that forever
I could spit tornadoes out, that could probably put a house back together
I am, thee best, leave all my competitors dying, depressed
I'm a lion in thee flesh
And you, you bout as gangster as Ryan SeaCrest
Bout to send all my niggas to give out you niggas that's lyin, G -Checks
I am too big to belittle you haters
I am too big I "be little" you haters
Heres a little rule breaker
I'm seeing so many cheques now
I feel like I'm turnin' in middle school papers
And dem court side seats behind the Lakers, kinda cool,
The acres behind the lake and the lake is behind the pool
The pool is behind the mansion, the mansion behind the phantom
The phantom behind some trees, and a tall gate please
For whoever got the crown, get some all state please
Will I scratch these niggas off? Do a dog hate fleas?
Jeeez, I'm at a level they haven't entered yet,
So while I'm talkin please nobody interject,
I'm Andre 3K with the intellect
So all you hoe ass rappers give me a pimps respect
I'm leanin' like Pimp C doing my thing, respect it
I'm Bun B from an underground kings perspective
My flow should be forbidden,
I freestyled one time, and Nas told me it was written
Hahaha
Jus kiddin' if I'm leavin' you out
Well it's a hard knock life no reasonable doubt
The crown ain't safe, I hope rappers feel inferior
This what I like to call Vintage Rolls Royce interior
Nigga
Let it ride out man, for a second

Ah, yeah, hey, yo, catch me in that cool grey,
Coop no toupe
Cool grey jordans on nigger bumping cool jay
Blazes in my wrist watch jury so lupe
Swagging never duplicate fresher than a bouquet
I didn't told them about the [?] that's something that a fool say
Nigger I wear thousand dollar snickers on a tuesday
Cleaner with fly day, driving like a sunday
Bring the [?] to the city dropping like a monday
Shout out to my haters, know I had to thank you
Only made me mess that everything they said I can't do
[?] my pain, the rain that I came to
So I paint the picture and I go hard in a [?]
Ain't nobody guarding me, they scared of the best
I'm a speaker from the heart like your ear's to my chest
I'm here in the flesh, nightmare wake me out of my bed
I pray my niggers make it out of the fence so
We living the life, bright lights fancy cars
Everything money can buy
We living the life
Came up from the bottom and we took a walk across the sky
We ain't never coming down
Oh, oh, baby it's all so crazy
It feel so good and we still so hood
But everybody know we living the life
I don't know how I feel no more
I feel like real life ain't real no more
[?] chill no more
Niggers bring you down, don't nobody build no more
Rap [?] don't nobody value skill no more
So you ain't gotta be nice to get a deal no more
So I'm back to where I be on, 500 tea on
Stacking bread macking [?]
My girl do red bottom, louis vuitton queen
You might do it but we do it like we do it on screen
I'm talking mars splashes, explosion far fashion
In lust with life cause love you fall back in
Ah, life's a bitch but she bitter sweet
Eve [?] the apple so my niggers had to hit the streets
Nightmare wake me out of my bed
I pray my niggers make it out of the fence so
We living the life, bright lights fancy cars
Everything money can buy
We living the life
Came up from the bottom and we took a walk across the sky
We ain't never coming down
Oh, oh, baby it's all so crazy
It feel so good and we still so hood
But everybody know we living the life
We living the life, bright lights fancy cars
Everything money can buy
We living the life
Came up from the bottom and we took a walk across the sky
We ain't never coming down
Oh, oh, baby it's all so crazy
It feel so good and we still so hood

[hook]
king los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
i'm king los, king los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
i thank the lord every breath i take
every step i make, i'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
thats why i go, go, go (way too hard)
go, go (way too hard)
they say i go, go, go (way too hard)
go, go (way too hard)
[verse 1]
yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, i dont need nobody
i body whole squads
i bury niggas on the dark side of the moon
till the sun come up and throw a party on mars
i'm outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking
how do i climb, how do i climb?
fuck i sound to get up i turn this bitch upside down
cause i get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
sit up do push ups, push ups to lay back
so i make that money do cruches
so you hate my guts when i pull up the maybach
honey said she ain't never seen a guy that thorough
so i got it on strength like a bicep curl
hopeed out the pussy like i gotta murk out
sorry baby girl, it'll never work out get it?
snapback, custom made fitted's
shitted on ever spectator, every critic midgets never seen one quite fly
you a pint size guy to a giant like i
digits? i throw them in the bank
bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor
her, her, her and you too
it ain't all about the rappers when i'm turning through crews
[hook]
[verse 2]
they'll never make another me
i dont even need half of me to make another you
i'm coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2
i'm back like vertabrae
nigga stop fronting, you ain't even really got the guts for this
better man up nigga, im a stand up nigga
back rosa parks woulda got up for this, cause i get down to get up
never put the pen down to give up
now a nigga pin down to pin up it feel like i been up
and yall niggas stuggling so when i pull up i betta feel like a chin up
down, then up, down again and i'm so nice i put down the pen
think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes
dont push up if you dont wanna play chess get it?
wear air j's ever digit and i'm the rap game's most extrraordinary nigga
dont knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen
probably mention i'm something and the rock ain't cooking
ski mask in the booth hope the cops ain't looking
tell me god ain't smiling nigga spot ain't tooken
my pa staying proud and these niggas stay lying
i was born in the jungle man these niggas ain't lions
[hook]
[verse 3: lola monroe]
queen bosset cause i run shit i stay dumb slick fly tell a bum bitch bye
wanna come trick, why, you ain't built like that
you gonna fuck around and get killed like that
ol' back of the race looking bitch ol' wack ass drag in the face looking bitch
ole half ass, no swag having ass, ho ass slow ass
last of the apes looking bitch
you're styled played out like manolo boots
we taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot
i'll wipe this bitch! who hype this bitch?
make me put a ho down like mike vick pit
betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
you dont really want it though send me all trash
i'm from garfield where they known to skin all rats
and get rid of white boy like kim kardash
get it?
christian louboutins when i pivot
its so gross how you broke bitches in a civic i did it
im good shit, the hoods big ticket
get off my lollipop if you ain't gonna lick it
im wicked, ya money like beckham lets kick it
none of yall bitches wanna step in my district
say i ain't the truth and these bitches ain't lying!
i was born in the jungle these bitches ain't lions
im queen roe, queen roe
[hook]
bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
(i'm queen roe, i'm queen roe)
bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
been knocked down, hated on, bitch i still did my thing though
i thank the lord every breath i take
every step i make, i'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
thats why i go, go, go (way too hard)
go, go (way too hard)
they say i go, go, go (way too hard)

[Hook]
King Los, king Los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I'm king Los, king Los, bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I thank the Lord every breath I take
Every step I make, I'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
Thats why I go, go, go (way too hard)
Go, go (way too hard)
They say I go, go, go (way too hard)
Go, go (way too hard)
[Verse 1]
Yo, rap on shit nobody go hard, I dont need nobody
I body whole squads
I bury niggas on the dark side of the moon
Till the sun come up and throw a party on mars
I'm outta this world outta my mind, stuck at the bottom thinking
How do I climb, how do I climb?
Fuck I sound to get up I turn this bitch upside down
Cause I get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
Sit up do push ups, push ups to lay back
So I make that money do cruches
So you hate my guts when I pull up the Maybach
Honey said she ain't never seen a guy that thorough
So I got it on strength like a bicep curl
Hopeed out the pussy like I gotta murk out
Sorry baby girl, it'll never work out get it?
Snapback, custom made fitted's
Shitted on ever spectator, every critic midgets never seen one quite fly
You a pint size guy to a giant like I
Digits? I throw them in the bank
Bitches planking on the dick like they throwing in the anchor
Her, her, her and you too
It ain't all about the rappers when I'm turning through crews
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
They'll never make another me
I dont even need half of me to make another you
I'm coming for number one so shitting on niggas is the only way you ever see me taking number 2
I'm back like vertabrae
Nigga stop fronting, you ain't even really got the guts for this
Better man up nigga, Im a stand up nigga
Back Rosa Parks woulda got up for this, cause I get down to get up
Never put the pen down to give up
Now a nigga pin down to pin up it feel like I been up
And yall niggas stuggling so when I pull up I betta feel like a chin up
Down, then up, down again and I'm so nice I put down the pen
Think you wanna battle, you wanna say yes
Dont push up if you dont wanna play chess get it?
Wear Air J's ever digit and I'm the rap game's most extrraordinary nigga
Dont knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen
Probably mention I'm something and the rock ain't cooking
Ski mask in the booth hope the cops ain't looking
Tell me god ain't smiling nigga spot ain't tooken
My pa staying proud and these niggas stay lying
I was born in the jungle man these niggas ain't lions
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Queen bosset cause I run shit I stay dumb slick fly tell a bum bitch bye
Wanna come trick, why, you ain't built like that
You gonna fuck around and get killed like that
Ol' back of the race looking bitch ol' wack ass drag in the face looking bitch
Ole half ass, no swag having ass, ho ass slow ass
Last of the apes looking bitch
You're styled played out like Manolo boots
We taking headshots welcome to the photoshoot
I'll wipe this bitch! Who hype this bitch?
Make me put a ho down like Mike Vick pit
Betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
You dont really want it though send me all trash
I'm from garfield where they known to skin all rats
And get rid of white boy like Kim Kardash
Get it?
Christian Louboutins when I pivot
Its so gross how you broke bitches in a civic I did it
Im good shit, the hoods big ticket
Get off my lollipop if you ain't gonna lick it
Im wicked, ya money like Beckham lets kick it
None of yall bitches wanna step in my district
Say I ain't the truth and these bitches ain't lying!
I was born in the jungle these bitches ain't lions
Im Queen roe, Queen roe
[Hook]
Bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
(I'm Queen Roe, I'm Queen Roe)
Bow down, kiss a nigga rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, bitch I still did my thing though
I thank the Lord every breath I take
Every step I make, I'm going off on these sucka niggas wishing thats my fate
Thats why I go, go, go (way too hard)
Go, go (way too hard)
They say I go, go, go (way too hard)

[Drake:]
I'm getting so throwed
I ain't work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean
Like what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy
[Swagga Boy Los:]
So I'm gon get it while I'm here boy
Cause I might not get this opportunity next year boy
Geez guys I jump on the b I go dumb
You knee high and I be on my fee-fi-fo-fum
Was bout to put in work like T.I old guns
But D-I-D-D-Y was on one
These weak ass rappers come at me I choke one
My daddy was a soldier I'm GI Joe's son
Or Jackson, I keep it so G, I'm Joe's son
I'm top fivin', you can come see why Los won
Best rapper alive, it ain't up for an option
Nobody's close to me
I should be up for adoption
I mean one cell of my brain got Playstation capacity
I'm so outta this World the Space Stations harrassing me
My flow's so a trip that vacations are mad at me
And Einstein couldn't get straight A's in a class with me
I out last 'em, out class and merk you
You scared to go in like you out past your curfew
Ahh shit, don't talk shit then bullshit
My thoughts get on some Thor shit
It's war bitch
That's how it is so get up off your coward shit and battle me
I'm so charged up that I could probably shit a battery
You ain't seen nobody like you skipped anatomy
I'm at your Adams apple, shatter atoms automatically
I'm on one nigga just a strong young nigga
In my zone, yeah you fucking with the wrong one nigga
Like a provate Christmas party and you ain't get the message
So just because your present, don't mean you got presence
And I'm so fucking gifted, you see me go light years
So it's like you not here
Even though you right there
What I'm a bout to do to the summer done got the winter shook
Took a page from history and stuck it in the Guinness book
As a bookmark cause I'm book smart
All my thoughts took action cause my actions took thought
I hope the crown ain't safe, give you a creepy feeling
Cause you look up to me and hate me, I'm like a leaky ceiling
You see me kill em how I pounce on these beats
And then I upstage rappers like balcony seats
See I'm in my whip and I got two sluts
Your girl gots hips that I got to touch
Slide it in her lips when I'm bout to nut
Keep your eye on your chick cause I got two nuts

Same old shit, just a different day
I'm coming for the crown, the f-ck a n-gga say?
And I'm the best rapper alive!
Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog
Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off
Damn Los you go too hard
These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!
Rappers fake, it's pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit
N-ggas get blasted away and beheaded
Bitch that crown aint safe cuz I said it
I got my shovel I'm coming, don't stumble
I got you a big f-cking tomb
I aint got no deal but I'm building a bedroom
Cuz I got some shit coming soon
Man I'm raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out
You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House
I'm so deep in that top 5, I can't find out the kid number
Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother
They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing
Jay you better find that n-gga, go sign that n-gga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh
Magnificent is old, excellent is boring
Some n-ggas call this amazing, I call it this morning
All yellow diamonds in my purple drop
She give me brains I come to live, bitch I'm urkle pop
Think outside the box, I'm frozen beware
I'm packin that tray but I'm too cold to be square
Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,
The tray sits inside the box, here's your lesson for today,
Ok, when you're this cold and you ain't in a nice mood,
you put square n-ggas in a box, ice cube.
I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views
Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes
'These old things?'
She said 'yes dear, but when did they come out?'
I'm like 'bitch, next year!'
Note to the rap game 'nobody call next here,
Or I'ma snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here'
And to XXL: 'F-ck could a n-gga say?,
Yall did the same old shit, jus a different day'
Get this straight, I'm no Freshmen
More like the Principal, theres no question
Run this school and n-ggas don't test him
But it's the principle that I'm stressing
Question: 'When yall talk about the best, how don't you mention me?'
I aint on a bench, I'm the benchmark of my century
Eventually I'ma show you rappers just p-ssy

man i got dumb hoes, stupid bands
the guts red but the coupe is tan
if a slut wit it, ima scoop her damn
and have her “draggin balls”(dragon balls) no super saiyan
make her pussy whistle like a flute was playin
at my “crib tonight”(kryptonite) no superman
get it kryptonite, superman im in a new sedan
and bumpin luther van(vandross)
i make her grip, break a cheque
make your bitch break her neck
handle you niggas that wont even break a sweat (woop)
hit your breaks, slow it down, your shit was fake
lil nigga, big mistake, im the shit whats the big debate
my niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
bitch im nuts like christmas cake
i said cut ur single and drop it
everything bout to slow up
got krispy kreme in my pocket
in other words my donuts
she go nuts when im in her thang
no luck wit chu minute man
my city told me go kill you niggas
so i told the coach to put me in the game
i say i ball i swag i grind i floss
i cop these cars pop tags i shine take off
okay i took a loss, not again
drop my top to get oxygen
from the bottom got to win
i told em what a happen if they box me in
and then im whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
i cop the drop, drop the top
switch the lane, hit the gas
hit the door, flip the cash
niggas know im whoopin ass
okay runway fashion dolce
white girl give me windpipe
bitch might think im o.j
ro-ro-rozay
call it rolex, hoes say
let me see that rockband like i got tickets to coldpay
wait(wait), oh god,
all my diamonds go off,
if i start fist pumpin it look like im throwin snowballs
i like short skirts , no panty plz
i make the pussy overheat she need antifreeze
i fan it off then light it up again
and make a pit stop and tighten up her friend
i said i break a bitch back make her bring the bitch back
when she think of this dick she gon bring up this track
im a king in the matt(mattress) do my thing while you slack
on your pimpin you slippin i bring the attack
hit your breaks slow down your shit was fake
lil nigga big mistake im the shit whats the big debate
i say i ball i swag i grind i floss
i cop these cars pop tags i shine take off
okay i took a loss, not again
drop my top to get oxygen
from the bottom got to win
i told em what a happen if they box me in
and then im whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
whoopin ass whoopin ass
whoopin ass, im whoopin ass
i cop the drop, drop the top
switch the lane, hit the gas
hit the door, flip the cash

Can we get much higher...
But of course we can baby hahaha
Ughh it's Los... again
Okay I take my middle finger flick it to the wicked media
Critics on my dick clickin a niggas wikipedia
Flow more intricate than the period of pyramids
Wack rappers lack what the pythagorean theorem is
My mathematics will trip you have your shoes tangled
I think it's funny you come at me from acute angle
I coulda grabbed all my weapons and took a T.I
But I ain't gotta see you to kill you book of Eli
Nikka we fly the first time ya hook a glance
I hit it from the back and did the skully low brooklyn dance
The Rico from Paid in Full while everybody look and dance
Fuck them the kitchen did the lil b cookin dance
I took a chance with Puffy and lost 6 years
But how he gon fix my problems he can't fix his
This year I ain't prepared to take my next L
Last year I got X but this year I excel
Ah-hem, please pardon my pun
Each part of my jargons, like jog yo he startin to run
He talkin to pun, me, you see me sparkin my gun
I go retarded with these bars I'm a talk in my pun
This chick came back to me, bought me a daiquiri sat beside me said hi I'm daphnie,
Actually you attracted me after I heard you rappin there's something jus happened magically
Automatically grabbin me sorta drastic dramatically
Staggering off the jet but accurately adapting
To dudes in black the hats in the jackets was thinking jackin me
But I'm packin ratchets for static that happens gradually
Told that bitch imagine me casually fallin casualty
Grab the gat and blasted the castle that hats and back of me
Killed the bitch at the bar then sat back jus and had my daiquiri
I think these rappers be scared to step an inch in my sector
Cause I school that ass like a Princeton professor
You approach your bars with hesitation
I appraoch mine with a Harvard's education
Yea I dropped outta college and coulda went to jail
But I don't like regular people I shoulda went to Yale
I'm jus venting hell, think I need a book deal
Can we get much higher? I feel how the hook feel
And I'm rollin in that Rolls Royce bumpin Seal
You know the one with the white bitch on the ugly grill
I ain't talkin bout Seal I'm talkin bout the car
Had to clarify that cause niggas be talkin bout my bars
Your times up dawg I'm cleaning out the cell
I jump on songs and snap like I'm singing acapella
Can we get much higher...
So this it for your career
The way I'm bout to start this bidding war
You gon think I'm sellin missile to Korea
It's official get it clear
This tre that I'm packin
Ain't singing you a song when it hit you in the ear
So warn your whole village I'm comin to kill every king
Right now the score is dem nothing me everything
I feel like they gave me nothing and them everything
So I ain't jus rappin and bluffin I mean everything
I'm bout to have ya'll niggas mad at me
I wrote this blindfolded DARK TWISTED FANTASY
Can we get much higher
Can we get much higher

VERSE ONE
No, these just ain’t fucking words
No, this ain’t no fucking verse
Nigga this my fucking life
I been through the fucking worst
First they took my father from me
Shot him in the fucking head
Then they took my homies from me
Locked ‘em in the fucking Fed
Then they took my cousin (Churl)?
And they kidnapped Mardy’s girl
After that I lost my deal
Had me screaming fuck the world
(Now my nigga Mardy locking
Feds ran up in Puffy shit)?
But I worked too hard to get signed
And I been through too much to quit
So much pain inside my heart
So much passion in my eyes
That now I just invite the pain
I think it’s passion in disguise
Bless my God that kept me safe
I cherish every single breath
But Lord knows I been through so much
That up’s the only thing that’s left
Momma if I’m bitter lately
Sorry I don’t mean to be
But I wake up in cold sweats
Fighting demons in my sleep
Pray to Lord my soul to keep
Want for nothing less than more
So anything I’m going through is everything I’m destined for
CHORUS
If you’ve got a question, well I am the answer
(In the blink of an eye)? I can make a believer
I’m an achiever
(Livin in hustles)?
When I was down I found strength in my struggles
I’m unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable
Unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable
Unstoppable
VERSE TWO
Faced my fears and tucked my pride
Took a loss then earned it back
Never had to hide my hurt cuz everybody turned they back
Never made too many threats
But I promise you they gon learn
I came to re-decorate
It’s funny how them tables turn
Love can’t be an open door cuz often times these strangers knock
My heart been a house of pain and every month I change the locks
My swag be on ADT cuz they try to pull B and E’s
Homie ain’t no windows here cuz nobody be seeing me
I’m screamin out I’m the best but ya’ll niggas don’t hear me though
Revenge is sweet and this is my recipe for a miracle
It’s such an equation
Menage a trois with greatness cuz at the same time I’m fucking amazing
My verse could penetrate the Earth
The dead could probly feel this shit
At least when they wish me the worst, it’s something I’m familiar with
I’m still legit, still the shit, you know where my heart is at
They tell me it’s impossible, but shit I like the odds of that
CHORUS
If you’ve got a question, well I am the answer
(In the blink of an eye)? I can make a believer
I’m an achiever
(Livin in hustles)?
When I was down I found strength in my struggles
I’m unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable
Unstoppable
Destined to be unstoppable

[Chorus:]
I'm from the bottom, From the motherfuckin bottom
I'm from the bottom' You don't want no fuckin problems
The top is sweet, The bottom is sour
But you gotta love the bottom cause the bottom is ours [x2]
[Verse:]
I ain't from up north, I ain't from dirty south
I'm from a town niggas never seen never heard about
But fuck word of mouth, Nigga follow that murder route
We like scrappin, But we love pullin them burners out
And we ain't concerned with clout, The bottom is the bottom
Ain't no top out here, Once you got spot em then you got em
We stack the cream, Serve crack to fiends
And wrap the pack-ag-ing in vaseline
Run shops on the block, Keep the stashes clean
We still hittin in the hole, Fuck the tractor beam
The hash is green, Lil shorties is down bad
Empty out the dutch and throw the 40's in brown bags
And I don't know where ya'll was placed in the ground at
But now I'm shakin the ground, Takin my town back
I'm tryin to put us up front, You takin us round back
Rap about bullshit, Makin us sound wack
I'm breakin it down fact for fact, You opinionated
I'm a limited edition, You eliminated
Intimidated, Cause another sucka wildin
And me I'm just smilin, I'm from the motherfuckin bottom

[Hook: Def]
Money and bitches
Bitches and money
I'm addicted to money
My only interest is money
You ain't gettin this sonny
That's why yo bitches will fuck me
You want me
Come find me
I'm right at the end of the money Stack
Money and bitches
Bitches and money
I'm addicted to money
My only interest is money
You ain't gettin this sonny
That's why yo bitches will fuck me
You want me
Come find me
I'm right at the end of the money, Whoo
[Verse 1: Merk]
Money and bitches I got it made
And I keepem clean like I got a maid
And I'm stuntin with this bread
Fuck that minors face
They tell me this money uh kill you
I tell em I'm not afraid
See I grind for this shit, grind for this shit
So much I ain't got time for this shit
Money everywhere swear I ain't lieing this shit
Me too hell no you lieing this shit
I keepin a stack
This is what I do
I'm livin it right but I'm dying this swit
I'm too high in this shit
Make safe on deck
I'm supplying this shit
Cause I am the shit bitch
Yes I am the smarrow
My pocket to fat
Inwhiteney smell
I'm trying to talk
You have buttoned me
Sense I'm dying in hell
Fuck it cause I refuse to be one of these niggas
Eating but barley they skin and bones
Make it to the top guess they so high and they fell
Splat fall face plant
See me I ball space hand
And you just mad
Cause we taking ya'll place then, (Sorry)
Sore loser
Now that ain't nice at all
Shake hands
We taking over
This is just a small (shakes bank)
[Hook: Def]
[Verse 2: Los]
I gotta choppa named Charlie
A bitch named Charlie
With a choppa on a Harley
That a chop a hole for me
Lord proper slow bunny
That a chop a whole onion
When it's goin down
She got that geranamo for me
Got a bitch named Chris
That only drink Moe
I got a bitch named Moe
That only drink Chris
I bring chrisy moe moe
I bring moe moe chris
Meetem at the moe moe
And then I fuck both chicks
Cause bitch I balldrum walk chris paul paul piss
Bitch eyes balls fall out her head
I over ball just like I lis
I'm over ya'll just like paul is
Stop eyeballin this life I live
You ain't do shit once then twice I did
So stop talkin bout whatcha finna do
Whatcha bedda do
Whatcha medda do
You pretendid to
Such a general
But in general
Tentin you couldn't equal one me nigga
Better act right you could stand on the moon
With a flashlight still couldn't sun me nigga
I'm comfy nigga
And you mufuckas be bums
And more like a bumbee nigga
Underground king
Come and see
With a pepsi
And do you
I wouldve done me
I'm out this bitch
[Hook: Def]
[Verse 3:]
Bitches and money
Always after the money
I crack a bottle
Smash a model
Get back to the money
See that's the modo that we follow
You lackin it dummy
That's why they get by the tummy
Guess why you bastards ain't funny
No work no fame
That's famers go beserk on lanes
And squirt those flames are the worse propane
No pain no game and my verse cocaine
Cause it's me E F hifa M hifa M
E R K flow fuck yo men I admit
If you ever thought you was playin them trig again
Your a bitch trapped in a dead raw
Man I stroggle hard, bow guard
And go off Oh-Lah
Well the lights go low
And if it all gets skried
In the beginning it starts gets squad or draw
With a bitch type bad
With a ass quite fat
I'm a pipe that back
See ello white jack
It ain't a can have last week
Over my pad
Made a bite that scratch me
Sorry my bad
Is that to wrong
Or to explicit
If you can't take it
Why is you listenin
And before I wanted this shit
My mind was only on money and bitches

Yea never gotta sweat that,
Your boy los says you never gotta sweat that
The crown ain't safe what's good I said the crown ain't safe yea
They sayin that I'm great, that ain't no debate
The crown ain't safe, worth the wait,
Hey, bout to do it boy, I'm bout to do it boy,
Crown ain't safe in the hood what's good
I'm climbin to the top why the fuck would I let go
Chillin in my hood with my number 5 retros
Untied, I ain't trippin off a thang
My '67 chevy paint drippin off the frame
Lames, prolly spot a nigga through the tint
Stick yo head in this window and get this to yo lips
Bitch, yea I'm out that bodymore, you see me with all the goons
Talkin bout you got them keys, watchu mean auto tune?
Drop that fuckin top on that vert man, fastlane,
Ballin through the A bumpin first name, last name
Scoop these groupie floozy's, cause they trendy and they swalla
From super sports to coupes and porches bentley and impalas
Get this uzzi to your coofi for your pennies and your power
Behind Coogi, Gucci, Loubi, Louis, Fendi or that Prada
Not a nigga in my reach dawg preach on
All white lambi but the insides black I call it Kreayshawn
And your girl want to get married to her idol
So I shoot it in her face like jason terry in the finals
How they gon stop a nigga when the wick of my bomb lit
The sick of my swag is the quick of my charm hit
Ya niggas is average stop spittin that nonsense
Your cds sound like when scotty pippin said that lebron shit
Every bar you on but wouldn't flip you an omlette
Every coment you hard but wouldn't point at a comet
In the sky, if it flew by, you guys, spew lies,
Just to get them oos, awes 2 sides
To every story I guess yours the wrong side
Long side of true, these niggas see you the wrong guy
Song cry, yea I spit it like I live it cause the g's listen
And you jus lie like live with the V missin
Shout out marty and cory a major part of my story
Bout to come home from the feds, so to God be the glory
All of these artists jus bore me so I'm bumpin Frank Ocean
Got lola shotgun with me we in that thang coastin
I ain't boastin but the crown ain't safe
I woulda never mentioned swag if these clowns ain't hate
I wouldn't talk about the pain if I could smile all day
Wish I could take a break and take my nephews out all day
Gary and Nadu I love you but this world ain't raps
So don't be chasin coochie, coochie thinkin girls ain't traps
You know, they see your dreams and they deter you with sex
So keep your branch in your pants, no time for birds in your nest
Be encouraged at best is somethin great in your soul
Never merge to the left continue straight on ya road
And we gon roll cause even when we broke we ballin
And even when we down we shine
Jus keep your faith and you in and God
Don't be afraid to spread your wings and fly
Even from the home of the white baby, I told them the crown is mine

[Talking: Los]
What's Good?
Wha-wha-wh-wha-what's good?
I'm what it is, not what it could've been
Crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
[Verse 1: Los]
Umm, pick a nigga better
I could have a picnic with your mothafuckin' top 5
If I ain't in it then it's 5 guys, straight 8 like 5 guys
Popeyes, hot fries, doin' numbers in the street like hopscotch
I rock everything I'm on I be going hard
I be acting like a fool I be goin' off
I just bought the fuckin' top spot like I'm goin Paul
Umm, speakin' of that ain't no top on my whip
While you poppin' your lips got your fox with no top
Givin' top in my whip with a tropical beeeeitch
I handle hoes, you wife that freak broad
I could help you get your MAC right, I'm like the geek squad
I don't fuck with no weed though but I smoke a bummin' bitch
Got them starbucks in my pocket that's that mocha on that swiss
Los the dopest hoes be focused on the glow that's on his wrist
If your chick in here make her disapear and put the hocus pocus on your bitch
Pull a rabbit out a hat and make a habit out of that
That's magic, wala, but your bitch gone that's tragic, nada
You want no friction, that's static
I get my grip on this automatic and it's buhbye
My saliva like lava
Bring the drama to you like Obama did Osama
Hoes tell me [?] Los, I'm like you don't believe it
You can call my bluff heres a motherfuckin' phone number nigga (ahhh)
[Hook:]
Whenever, you better, you better, do better
If ever, you never, too clever, whoever
You ever, you better move, now
If you thinkin', sit down
I'm a stand up nigga, but I came to get down
And my game so deep I could make a bitch drown
I can take a bitch, take a bitch and bring a bitch down
All those retardos, should quote this and borrow
I'm so ahead of rappers, I wrote this tomorrow
She catchin' feelings, cause I throw the penis
A little too good, she call it Stroke of Genius
[Verse 2: Los]
Umm, everybody sayin' I'm the best that ever
We could have a little meeting and get the best together
They can invest in the best and protect each other
Because I'm comin' at they mothafuckin' necks forever
I been over here screamin' out "next" forever
Doin' shit that these niggas in the flesh could never
Bout to get your favorite rapper and put to rest forever
I'm talkin' three plus three feet, deep sleep, see sheep
Defeat, nigga get the fuck out the way, I'm drivin' a mac truck
With too many shots of vodka in me, and I'm swervin'
In other words stay the fuck out my way
I catch a nigga in my mothafuckin' lane, and I'm a serve 'em
Then it's curtains, nigga so soft sleep and my flow so concrete
I just went off beat on purpose, cause I'm perfect
And you worthless, he don't even want this ass whippin'
I fell from the top but I'm back again
So ask a friend, or tell a friend
That I'm bout to make these niggas irrelevant
If you go nuts, I go elephant
You go bananas, I go silverback
Y'all weak rappers need to stop and train
I stopped the train cause I killed the track
My sentences is dessert, like I'm in this bitch with syzzurp (syrup)
I'm cutting the fuck up like I just wrote this shit with scissors
Ha, I can't think of any more wizords (words)
Ha, but I'm a mothafucking wizard nigga
[Hook:]
Whenever, you better, you better, do better
If ever, you never, too clever, whoever
You ever, you better move, now
If you thinkin', sit down
I'm a stand up nigga, but I came to get down
And my game so deep I could make a bitch drown
I can take a bitch, take a bitch and bring a bitch down
All those retardos, should quote this and borrow
I'm so ahead of rappers, I wrote this tomorrow
She catchin' feelings, cause I throw the penis

Eh look
Ye ain't gotta show me your spot cause I'm a find it tonight
I got every wine that you like a lil brian mcknight
Step out let me see that vicki secret design in the light
I'm a do sum shit with my hands and send your mind in the flight
Turn your phone off, you gon have the time of your life
Besides, you don't get no service when we climbin them heights
Let's take off, I got some 1st class shit for that gorgeous ass
That make you lay over other men get you boarding pass
I kiss you from your big toe to your hips though
To your waist and your belly button to your lips slow
Cause I'm into you, I want to interview every inch of you
Release all the tension niggas don't pay attention to
Rub between your thighs jus to make your knees shake
Then kiss you on your ankle cause I love the way your feet shake
With your purple toe nails, you work it so well
It's the perfect show cause we ain't close them curtains oh well
Let them haters watch they can take votes
And let them neighbours watch they can take notes
Baby we gon turn the lights down low
We ain't gotta rush let's get lost in every touch
Baby we ain't got nowhere to go
I want you to count every kiss from my lips on your hips
Now move it nice and slow
And I'm a make my way down you jus gotta lay down
Baby let me take control
When it seem the world movin to fast let me get that {slow motion}[x8]
You can get it somethin polite or have it rough as you like
I'm slow grind mode, so blind folds with buckets of ice
How you want it baby, eye contact, and hand grippin
Or me in it like a mechanic fixin a transmission
Uh ugh, that's head first in the hood could be your red skirt
Now spread it out real good until them legs hurt
Ankle grippin, changin position
Hangin off the edge of the bed but ain't no slippin I got you
You start cummin, I jump up out it jus to watch you
Now turn that ass over and come here cause I'm not through
Arch it up I kiss the smile on your back
Lift you from bed to the wall way down the hall in the back
All way down to the desk in my office on some principal shit
Bumpin the computer turnin on instrumentals and shit
And then you stop, I tell you it ain't nuttin wrong bout it
When we finish I'm gon make a song out it
Baby we gon turn the lights down low
We ain't gotta rush let's get lost in every touch
Baby we ain't got nowhere to go
I want you to count every kiss from my lips on your hips
Now move it nice and slow
And I'm a make my way down you jus gotta lay down
Baby let me take control

[Hook]
That paper my chauffeur, yea that money drive me
Nigga I'm rolling I let your honey ride me
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
I'm shinning on them niggas slidin' on them thangs
Every city that I roll through they be hollerin' my name
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
[Los - Verse 1]
Seems all these niggas are gone man I'm zoning and flying
But homie dont get me wrong I still roam with the lions
That mufucker on chrome I'm into ownin' and buyin'
All white with the red top call it Conan O'brien
I was almost to the top when a nigga fell back
To the bottom and it shook my whole plan
Then I climb back from the bottom
Tryna make it to the top so I took my whole fam
If I gotta go hard then I'm a bull guard for ya whole card
In my hood I go HAM, now a nigga gettin chauffeured
Screamin' look ma no haaaands damn
Damn I dun made it through the struggle yea it been a fight
Like a left then a right, then a right then a left then a body hook
Then my papa left so its only right my body hooks when I write
Fly as a pimp fl-fly as a pimp l-look here boy l-look here boy
Niggas mad cuz my swag high as a blimp
I guess you can call that a good year boy
And im comin for the top cuz im one of the best
Cool as a tropic breeze and my wat[Hook]
That paper my chauffeur, yea that money drive me
Nigga I'm rolling I let your honey ride me
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
I'm shinning on them niggas slidin' on them thangs
Every city that I roll through they be hollerin' my name
Hate it or love it hater, hate it or love it hater
Hate it or love it hater, but I'm getting my fucking paper
[Los - Verse 1]
Seems all these niggas are gone man I'm zoning and flying
But homie dont get me wrong I still roam with the lions
That mufucker on chrome I'm into ownin' and buyin'
All white with the red top call it Conan O'brien
I was almost to the top when a nigga fell back
To the bottom and it shook my whole plan
Then I climb back from the bottom
Tryna make it to the top so I took my whole fam
If I gotta go hard then I'm a bull guard for ya whole card
In my hood I go HAM, now a nigga gettin chauffeured
Screamin' look ma no haaaands damn
Damn I dun made it through the struggle yea it been a fight
Like a left then a right, then a right then a left then a body hook
Then my papa left so its only right my body hooks when I write
Fly as a pimp fl-fly as a pimp l-look here boy l-look here boy
Niggas mad cuz my swag high as a blimp
I guess you can call that a good year boy
And im comin for the top cuz im one of the best
Cool as a tropic breeze and my watch like a cop wit a gun
And a vest that motherfuckers talkin bout freeze
And I'm stylin on yo ass walkin in these Kanye sneakers
And I dont mean followin' his path (Louis)
[Hook]ch like a cop wit a gun
And a vest that motherfuckers talkin bout freeze
And I'm stylin on yo ass walkin in these Kanye sneakers
And I dont mean followin' his path (Louis)

Oh My God stand back you can not be serious
A box of tampax could'ntstop me period
I be killin every track so the slaying never stops
I just bang bang bang like the Wayans brothers pops
Will I take a brothers spot?
Don't cops hate
Niggas don't paper cover rock?
Don't rock break scissors?
Don't I say the sickest shit?
Make a crictic shit
In his britches
Make british bitch
Send me titty fit
Go shorty it's your birthday
Gave her 50 cent
No bucks no bank yup shits ridiculous
Haters finna get back
3 feet'll get that 3 feet pushed back
3 feet I meet the track
Like track meet actor
Least break the record
So who ever made it after
Me's takin second
Take a second recognize the motherfuckin level I am on
2nd place is only good when you buying homes
So wathcu buyin homes, Impalas on polished chrome
YES! cause a nigga got necks like collar bones
(Uh uh) I be crushin them faggots
And my bars O.D but I'm a functionin' addict
Catch a nigga in my lane and I'm a dust em in traffic
I'm a dead beat dad I don't fuck with you bastards
I got one.22, two loaded clips
Three.45′s, 6 shots and a couple of caskets
Then I snatch that flashback backtrack
Black hat backpack black ac blap blap blap blap
Wack rap cats, the nat nats from cats that black lac' all black snap back my cash stack
I'm past that the point of no return
If a nigga snitchin on me then that pointer don't return
I knock his mask off that nigga stealin from me
And I chop his hands off thans his pointer don't return
Burn from the fire of my litter richer
Study this it might make you a little richer
Great balls of fire no little richard
I'm cut too big for your little brithces
My truck to big for your little bridges
My nuts too big for you little bitches
To suck on so get the fuck on or fuck off
Your heart disappear when it's war time no love loss
Wuddup dog mention me I get gung-ho
Getcha haters up like me and Miss Munroe
One more time for my niggas in the jungle
Your an ant I could make a lion say uncle
Fester invest in the vest I'm the bester
Blessed her mic like mike like Drexler
I love ropes and rings I might like wrestlers
I'm restless I jump on the mic quite reckless
Etch-a-sketch watch with the light bright neckless
All yellow avirex bright white lexus
Knock your block off not quite like tetris
Throw my bone out to your wife like fetch this
Question whatever the question is I'm the answer
But put this on repeat I don't miss a beat I'm a dancer

(Chorus)
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
(Verse 1)
LOS!
I'm out that back up, back up
Get away from the *blaka blaka*, get it straight
Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day,
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots,
Hustle all day, scream f-ck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas aint never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas aint never had a whole house
Lights off, red dude
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And its cold out, what the f-ck
Roll out, button up
Zone out, toughen up
No doubt, f-ck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat
Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets
Theres some things about my past that feel really incomplete
But if you stomping me to death you couldn't kill me with the feet
I'm from Baltimore city aint nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don't like it, we could fist fight
(Chorus)
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?
(Verse 2)
Ok, I'm form where that drama come, around just like karma come
Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun
I've been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come,
So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I'm Carlton
I got the will to survive and they can't live,
The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv
The Crown Aint Safe, yall niggas just dense
Yall want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince
Flip that shit, till I get that coupe
Hit that stripper to get that loot
Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup
Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down
I'm the big deal from a small town
(Chorus)
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section

[Verse:]
Nigga I don't sleep or wink, Sneeze or blink
I pour my heart into this shit, Man I bleed through it
I'm quick to leave the page bloody
Momma had a handsome boy but I was raised ugly
Though I stayed lucky, Roamed like a stray puppy
Through these cold streets, Realized death was the consequence of most beef
Los keep ya head up, Don't get sidetracked
See niggas ride out and get a hospital ride back
Besides that, I was born in the west
Raised in the east, Man I stayed in the streets
Played with the heat, That's a dangerous game
Me and my cousin used to chase strangers with the banger
Rages of my anger came, Fucked around played with cane
I was helpin out, I ain't see it as a major thing
But to him, It was all he had
No father, The streets is what he called his dad
Shit, Mad at the world now
16 years old, This street life
God damn, This thing here it's cold
But fuck it, Throw on ya hoody and thug it
Come out early and hug ya strip like you love it
If you want it, Nigga please
This shits addictive like nicotine
Money clothes and hoes, The lifestyle that a nigga fiend
The bigger dream was in me, Deeper than a demons envy
No sleepin on these certain niggas, They just seemin friendly
Niggas be schemin plenty, But dig my logic
For some strange reason, I felt safe in the projects
Had to wait for the process, Digest this life
To much to take it all in in one bite

[Intro]
Los, I got it let me do it
[Verse 1]
I say niggas always hatin' but damn I love my city
I just came out and you didnt, you like Janets other titty
I get respect in the hood cuz I earned it fo' sho
And I make home look good like a furniture store
who the best rapper alive they say I'm out for ya spot
And Im a hustla for real I put my couch on ya block
I take a shit on ya lawn, what could you possibly do?
You bitches talkin too much feel like I'm watchin The View
Word to my watch and my shoe its time to step on them hoes
I got a hook up on bullets and bitch my weapons reload
I could bury you, I'd rather embarrass you homes
Your girl go down on me slow I call it parachute dome
100 miles an hour 100 thousand dollar pair of shoes on
And a watch so sick I think I need to put some theraflu on
I got a terrace view home, I'm in Paris you home
No comparison you niggas is perishing, GONE
[Chorus]
I said I got a lil secret and dont nobody know it
But my watch so loud it might f-ck around and blow it
Let me pan it down I cant stand a clown
So I'm finna kill 'em you should panic now
This is panic mode, nigga this is panic mode
This is panic mode, this is this is panic mode
You niggas think you sick, well Im the antidote
And this is panic mode this is this is panic mode
[Verse 2]
Too beastly to be defeated, I've reached the peak of a genius
I keep it clean its no secret, my sneakers speaky no English
My swag on retarded niggas drivin' Miss Daisy (what that mean?)
That mean my swag known to drive a bitch crazy
Put my hands on these niggas to put them feet on that Porche
These niggas sleepin on Los but Los asleep on ya porch
Man what these rappers about tell em I'm back in the house
To take a shit in ya kitchen and take a nap on ya couch
But I'm never gon slack
Cuz I'm live from the hood where the metal go clap
And I came up from the bottom I'ma never go back
And I'm better then ya better so you better go prac-
tice, fact is, I'm bossin', you bloggin', I'm all in, you log in
I'm ballin', you bargain, I barge in, you call in, dail in
They couldnt get a second outta my day
I could climb over these mountains or push 'em out of my way
F-ck else I gotta say, this shit's embarassin' homes
Aint no comparison, yall niggas perishin', gonnnnne

[Verse 1: Los]
Don't give 'em too much for nothin'
But nothings too much
These niggas doin' too much of nothin
I'm hip-hop's doctor waitin to get it in
But these rappers like cancer, my patience is gettin' thin
They decodin my raps, I'm the coldest in rap
I raised the bar, like I'm workin' on my shoulders, my back
Niggas all in my lane, pulled to the shoulders and back
I came back to the show, just to show that I'm back
So nigga back to the show, I show my back to them haters
The show I kill 'em with style, I'll show you cats get some flavors
I Burberry a nigga, that mean I bury you burr
So cold I buried you burn, walkin' away wearin' a fur
Boy I'm outta this world, ya'll clowns to me
The man on the moon couldn't talk down to me
I could box lightning, I mean box lightning
Cause my gifts that's shockin so nigga stop fighting
[Sean Hayz:]
You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever find a...
Find another nigga like me
Noooo, noooo
[Verse 2: Los]
They tried to one up me, cause I was 2 down
Made me the one up running before the sun up
Now no one could touch me, cause I'm too proud
I guess I'm way too down to be the one up
Nobdoy could back me down, nobody could shunt me
Since nobody backed me now, nobodies in front me
No Roc Nation, no GOOD music
But somehow I still rocked the nation with good music
No Maybach music, no young money co-sign
Sat in my cousin Maybach and daydreamed the whole town
Ambitious, ambitious, this nigga really got a Maybach, damn nigga
We hustle hard if your forfeit you die
44 make fireworks no fourth of July
We from the inches where the fourty cal shells flurry
And niggas set up with shot guns no Al murray
Only the frail worry, so what you worryin bout
I'm gettin my turn in, I'm happy how I turned out
Do your thing young slim that's dope
I'm just out here on the climb like the gym class rope
I'm one smile past pain, one grin past hope
So I think I'm the shit long as I'm cent past broke
I'd like to report a problem
You're bout to explore an album
Disguised as a mixtape that's hyped on some sort of volume
You're likely destroy the valium but it turned in itself
For every time they turned me down
They had it turning itself
And I hope that you learn you suckas found they place
Go to whoever at the top I said the crown ain't safe
Disguised as a mixtape
[Sean Hayz:]
You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever find a...
Find another nigga like me

[hook: sean hayz]
if i reach for the sky, and i aim for the stars
maybe i'll find something along the way
and no matter how you count me out
i will never let you break me down
nooooo, never say never
[verse 1: los]
uh, i guess life don't mean this much when it ain't hard
so i just wake up every morning and i thank god
i'm from a hood full of falling stars and broken wishes
and a lot of potholes on my road to riches
i know niggas is throwing shade but why would i mind?
if nobody ever shadows you then how would you shine?
i mean they tried for so long just to break me down
i need a new hobby i'm bored with killing my haters now
plus i came way too far to really care for slackers
now i just tell my driver take me anywhere but backwards
cause when you fall you know gettin' up takes awhile
'least you get to look all your fears in the face and smile
yeah i'm smilin' in the face of fear
if anything, they was afraid that i would make it here
they said i'd never fly to the moon
i guess i'm doin' better than everybody assumed
[hook: sean hayz]
if i reach for the sky, and i aim for the stars
maybe i'll find something along the way
and no matter how you count me out
i will never let you break me down
nooooo, never say never
[verse 2: los]
yeah i live the opposite of what suckers invision
so i do this for my hood and my brothers in prison
even though i'm underrated when they overrate you
they oversaturate you, i'm just glad i motivate you
so when i tell you you can make it that shit is the truth
and nigga i ain't just talkin' i'm visual proof
they ask me if i'm stoppin', i live in pursuit
cause i'm the rare combination of wisdom and youth
i recite it from the heart and never off the pad
cause i fell in love with music when i lost my dad
before i ever knew it'd be me in this rappin'
that was the very first day i felt evil attackin'
it used to wake me out my sleep in the midst of my dreams
so haters trynna stop my goals ain't as sick as it seems
i appreciate the rain, just like i love the joy
my father died so i could have this.. i love you boy
[hook: sean hayz]
if i reach for the sky, and i aim for the stars
maybe i'll find something along the way
and no matter how you count me out
i will never let you break me down
noooooooo, never say never
[outro: sean hayz]
never say never, noo
never say never, noo
never say never, noo, noo
noo, noo, noo
never say never, noo
never say never, noo
never say never, noo, noo

[Los]
I go super hard,
nothing less than devoted,
I put knowledge in every bar,
Take a second and note it,
I know that things aint what they seem,
It's like blessings is coded,
I knew this would be my moment for life the second I wrote it,
And yea I struggled every day, I got used to the hope,
Playing tug-of-war with the world, I was losing my rope,
But contrary to what haters would usually hope,
When you talk about me now, tell them I used to be broke,
Bad for your health with a raw flow,
N-ggas can't mention rap in my presence,
Unless you're and elf in the North Pole,
You don't get that, you so unprepared,
Snap back flow, adjust to me being over your head,
Damn! I've been stronger and faster than them,
Put my life behind bars, that's how I mastered the pen
Ten, nine eight, seven six five four three, two one,
Motherf-cker it's my time,
I could write it in the script and sell it,
This kind of story many n-ggas don't live to tell it,
I put my life in this sentence, like a convicted felon,
Victory is mine, climb a mountain raise my fists and yell it,
I wish that I could have this moment a bit longer,
In the midst of the moment, the moment gonn' get stronger,
But shit hunger, make friends switch to opponents
Then take the tone of a bitch on ya,
Keep your chrome on your hip,
When you boning them chicks, homie,
They be blowing your cut, man these hoes is a bit phony,
I move out like O's in the drought,
The day I trick on a bitch you see snow in the south,
Way back when I had the goals in my mouth,
N-gga I was pimping like Jerome in the house,
Thinking back to my Martin years,
Now the Aston Martin doors open like Martin's ears,
White top black shoes on the drop,
Martin got it looking like a skin head and some Doc Martens,
It all started with a dream like Doc Martin, Luther King,
Do your thing n-gga stop talking,
Back when they dropped the dirt on my pops coffin,
Left a hard spot on my heart that will not soften,
I'm lost in this beautiful thing,
So even in my nightmares I'm still pursuing my dreams,
Got the shooter on the roof, clear view to king,
They tell me bring the crown back and make the funeral clean,
It's no chance for the bow, I romance with the war,
And these n-ggas too clean to slow dance with the poor,
Ten seconds on the clock, I take a glance at the score,
We down by two so I advance with the ball,
Too fast for your forward no need to rewind,
I shake him out his two shoes, I got this three on my mind,
Four seconds left, and it's like five n-ggas pressing me,
I need six rings like Jordan in my legacy,
Seven n-ggas on the bench watching me in slow mo,
I ate (8) the press up too easy, no homo,
Straight down the middle to the top of the line,
And pulled that motherfucker back like I was cocking a nine,
And let it fly they thinking ‘Los did it again',
Damn ya'll n-ggas need heart, I'm the wizard you tin (10) man,
It take ten men to get the heart of this one man,
Cuz no ten men would go as hard as this one man,
Damn, who would've thought that I was this thorough,

[Verse 1:]
In love with the hustle, divorcing the bull shit
Not attracted to subtraction, misfortune, or forfeit
Ambiguous amateurs fear the push in my vision
Amazing ambiance, it's hard to ambush my ambitions
I'm on a mission, miss me with those misappropriations
You can't diss me, my disses is disassociation
Leaving niggas in the dust, thus far
The [?] is far fetched when you just sub par
And it's fucked up dog, when the fellas that stepped with ya
Don't want you to ball, like Cinderella's step sisters
So the guts colored pumpkin in that black sedan
It looked like I lit the guts up, like a jack-o-lantern
The rules is meant to be broken, my nigga watch me bend them
While covered in diamond cavalli shades and versace linen
Not to mention I earned my spot, you should watch and listen
Nigga stop [?]
[Hook:]
All the things that I've seen, All the places I've been
I can hear the whispers saying I won't make it and I grin
I was born to be a king, got the struggle in my veins
But this passion in my heart got me stunting on them lames
Ey, Ey, Ey
One for the time they told me that
Two for the top, where I'm gon' be at
Three for the G's that hold me down
What I look like, letting clowns hold me back
I'm painting this picture, something you have to see
I bring it all together, call it a masterpiece
[Verse 2:]
My exhibition's excellence, I'm exquisite with math
I execute extraordinary decisions in graph
Though the progress was slow, and the living was fast
My denim was [?] cause my vision was vast
Each arm tree long
You ain't in arms reach of me dog
Be calm, I'm a phenom
Dope tracks, I should write my raps on a phenom
Cause I could spit crack or give you something you could lean on
Now shawty vibing in the ride with me
Flying down the [?] forty fiving in that five fifty
Pull up in that new edition, shut the lobby down
Cause the pipe smoking, grill slanted like Bobby Brown
Real bosses bounce back from a awkward fall
[?] bright enough to get a scholarship at Harvard Law
Condo covered in cashmere, copped it from [?]
Motherfuck all of ya'll

[Verse 1 - los]
Y'all niggas weak, I could fuck 2 or 3 on your roster
You the reason she found me, I'm the reason you lost her
I be blowing up her phone, always talking reckless
When she blow up my phone, I only respond with texts
Like "soon as I land in texas, I'mma text you later
Don't take this out of context, but your ex a hater
It's time for you to fuck with a dominant man"
She said "when I step back and weigh it all on a scale
Your statements is thorough, his commas is frail
But I was only with him for the coins
Like sonic and tails"
As I was sliding off her jeans
Her phone started to ring
A name popped across the screen
I said:
[Hook - los]
Fuck that nigga that shit is so whack
After you blow my brains out you can get him back
Don't fuck with these rappers these niggas clowns
I guess your girl ain't safe neither the crown
I'm just saying you can do better
Tell me have you heard that lately
I'm just saying you can do better(uhhhh)
Guess that's why these niggas hate me
[Verse 2 - los]
So I ain't gotta smack a nigga up
My swag is sick enough to make these bitch niggas...
She said "you keep me in a fly mood
You got me on these sit-ups and
Off of fried food, morning jogs, yoga
Fresh bowls of fruit, it's like you
Introduced me to passion and now I know?
You told the truth, so every time the past tempt me
I pass it up, that was a glass that was half empty
You like a black bentley
A set of rubies, a precious set of pearls
My favorite pair of louies
I said "damn, I can't ignore the fact
I appreciate the apparition and I adore you back
You got me feeling like I'm on one..."
And then her fucking phone rung
I said:
[Hook - los]
Fuck that nigga that shit is so whack
After you blow my brains out you can get him back
Don't fuck with these rappers these niggas clowns
I guess your girl ain't safe neither the crown
I'm just saying you can do better
Tell me have you heard that lately
I'm just saying you can do better(uhhhh)
Guess that's why these niggas hate me
[Verse 3 - los]
I walked up in the crib, that shit was candle-lit
She grabbed my dick, he?
Said "can you handle it?
The next time you hit my phone, I'mma
Turn on the speaker while we bone"
I said "ooh! scandalous!"
She said "nah los, I'm really just rejuvenated
And I'd much rather tell the truth than fake it
Who am I kidding?
These effing actors are stepping backward
Call it a lesson practiced
There's nothing less than practice
Makes perfect, when you stressing wack shit
It brings the best shit out you
And I guess I'm about to invest in love
Love, is indef as fuck if you could end up
Just stuck with your limbs up
Just fucking, I'mma keep your chin up
I feel like I've been doing push-ups and
Chin ups, and stuff
Yeah, I got me back
I mean I got "I" back
I got to me, that's me again
You know I got my fly back
I said "you got it mami
They're the fake niggas
Just never dedicate yourself
To featherweight niggas
Life is a fight and life brings you
To light. hate may bring rain
But brings nice things you like
I know it rains all april and summer's
Way better. but to get there
You gotta face the mayweather
You got me feeling like I'm on one..."

Uh Los
You think the king in you
Is bigger than the king in me
Bes what is seems
But everything ain't what it seem to be
See the thing in me ain't a fake thing in me
So nigga I ain't never changin like drakes singin key
Yea I bear hug a bear I sting a bee
Ya girl I wouldn't dare I fuck a bear
I jus sling the bee-I-t-c-h I see hate
But a g make space because I create
Space between me and these fake
Fucks in the game yea I'm all about
All about my bucks and my change
You know ballin out ballin out
Money fallin out my pockets
They watch what they jealous of
She said when I see you wax on
My watch and she fell in love
This is it this is it the timin and all
The difference between
Jus gettin over and climbin the wall
My tryin efforts designed my flying effort
My mind defined presence
Inclined defines essence
So with it gotta get it in 99 seconds
Inspiring the un-fly
Providing them fly lessons
Supplying them my blessings
The shine in my kind presence
My presence is a present
You kinda behind lesson
Get the message?
Be grateful my nigga grateful my nigga
It's still all love when they hate you my nigga
Bein broke should never break you my nigga
Cause coming from the bottom make you fly nigga

[Los]
Umm haha ey yo Hecta I'm just gunna play with this one
You feel me no homo (legooo)
haha its to easy n-gga
I got a phone call from the moon like lets be honest out this bitch
Boy I been shining my whole life but you just blinding out this bitch
Then the sun got on the phone and got all modest out this bitch

Nothin could stop you no1 could break you
Nothing could block you
And no1 could take you outta your zone
So when they ask you why you sleepin with your eyes wide open
Ya tell em baby I'm livin my dreams
Now that I'm here I hear nothing but talk
Let's get this clear it's nothin but heart I fear nothin but God
Wait it gets worse it was rough it was tough I suffered my loss
Far from a sucka no lucka no odds I'm hustlin hard
No matter how you shuffle my cards or cut up my dodge
Thatd be so fuckin mirage no duckin I'm charged up
And I'm pumped I pissed on the moon and took a dump on the stars
Yea my shits outta this world how they gon fuck with my bars
My bumps and my scars my bruises my cuts refuse to get fucked
Defusin my past uses my gas fuelin me up defusion of such
Confusion is just no illusion of beautiful rust
That proves it's never losin it's touch whattt
You a fox lookin shook in Jurassic park
And I'm a box full of books in a attic smart
So tell a friend I put the "cool? " in intelligent
Biggest thing in the room I wouldn't move for an elephant
Nothin could stop you no1 could break you
Nothing could block you
And no1 could take you outta your zone
So when they ask you why you sleepin with your eyes wide open
Ya tell em baby I'm livin my dreams
6 years ago I signed a record deal with puffy combs
I told my city pop em bottles off I'm comin home
They see me fail so I hope everybody watchin this
Jordan said a champion only good as the shots he miss
So fuck it I'm set it's nothin but net
Fuckers r pressed nothin is pressure
Bitch double them bets I double the best
I triple quadruple quintuple the rest
Discussions get hushed in my presence
And picked up when I left, right, what's up
You down when I slide up you gon move down
All my niggas ride up we gon cool down
Oh, no problem we cool now
Drop top summer hot with the roof down
Hop out with my bop n my new crown
I'm the hot topic you will not stop it
So it ain't really shit I gotta prove now
Oo wow that's gon hurt that's my new style
That's gon work that's gon merk like
1, 2, 3, 4, all of ya'll 5, 6, 7, 8,
Big shout outs to baltimore
9, 10 when you see me goin in
Nothin could stop you no1 could break you
Nothing could block you and no1 could take you outta your zone
So when they ask you why you sleepin with your eyes wide open

[Hook: repeated]
One big room full of bad bitches
[Verse 1: Los]
Man it go Teyana Taylor, Fiona Apple, Rihanna
Leona Lewis, Madonna be on the truest persona
Ivanka Trump and Khloe, Zoe Saldana, Longoria
Mendes, Pigford, Jessica Alba, Jessica Simpson
Sarah Jessica Parker, T-Banks that's Tyra
Selita Ebanks, Ciara, Tiara Lestari got the best body
Gabrielle Union, Pam Anderson looking very great and sassy
Let me see them twins, no Mary-Kate and Ashley
Tatiana Ali, Halle, Molly, Kylie Minogue
Heidi Klum, Scarlett Johansson, Janet and Paula Patton
Katy Perry all day, Beyonce, Alicia, Sade
Penelope Cruz, Mila, Marrissa, Mulher and Trina
Salma Hayek, Shakira, Amber and Angelina
Lauren London, Naomi Campbell, Stacy Dash and Audrina
Serena, Giselle, Megan Fox, Anna Kournikova
Angela Bassett, Danica Patrick when you add on Lola
That's just one big room!
[Hook:]
One big room full of bad bitches
[Verse 2: Los]
She said "Los, come fuck me and my BFF
Boy you put a spell on me"
Last night I came between best friends like jealousy
Fuck you tellin' me, fuck with my cake I'll bomb ya
We beef over that cheese you gon think I'm making lasagna
You ain't no G neither, I'm from where the D.E will take a quarter of your back
And turn you to a receiver!
Maybe if these rappers study me they wouldn't be lame
I flips this motherfucka like a mattress with a pee stain
I got 24 bars that say you not great but only dropped half a 16

[Hook:]
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
I was born broke but I'm a rich nigga
So it's night night to them bitch niggas
Glock small but the clip bigger,
Got 30 shots for them snitch niggas
Roll with who I grow with
It's over with when that stove lit
Ditch the low we need mo' bricks
Then we switch the hoes and take mo' trips
Mo licks equals mo chips, so young yes so rich
Go get who you wanna get
Jus don't bullshit when that 4 spit
Bus a nuts in that hoe bitch
She pop a pill and take the whole dick
Me and her left the dealership never tell who I'm rollin with
I'm BC northeast tatted hoe
Lots of money you can add it hoe
Place the dick with them pussy lips
Put it to sleep and you can have the hoe
Ride with Los and a older smoke
Backseat full of heat you think beef is sweet
East street may sb but I keep me a killer from southeast
Ride out never hide out that 4-5 take eyes out
You pay the plug with the pies out
Police behind you when you ride out
You hot nigga jus stop nigga
Never try to shop no block nigga
You should move n kill your goons
And try to find a new spot nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Skarr Akbar]
Look,
They tell me that my existence of scriptures hasnt been written
If there's a cure for being terrific I overdosed on that prescription
I am so determined like a german in the trenches
No nazi, jus aki, I'm blessed to be this gifted
I'm so optimistic my pivot changes postions
Went from standin in the distance n now I'm so close sittin
Picasso could'ntpaint a picture this vivid
Draw my feet in giant shoes and walked till I could fit em
What have you come to witness is a fighter in great fitness
Who broke all baracades and hopped the tallest fences
What I write in my composition will conquer all competition
Yes my theory and logic got mixed in with comprehension
I'm relentless I share no forgivness
God forgives and I don't, see you will and I won't
Real as a speculation anger mixed with your hatred
That's planted a mental tumor and admiration of greatness
Ammunations outrageous the animositys ageless
Animal instinct becomes annual and contagious
Hate me because I made it, love me because I didn't
Kill me for being real and applaud me because I finish
Pull me because I'm winnin, or diss me because I'm distint
Because I am the difference of talent I'm cold gifted
Maybe I'm jus the sickest unorthodox when I write
So I low to bed mourn and so long to my goodnight
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Los]
Yo when son black out the sun black out
When I go in I don't come back out
I'm too cold to exist I could sun the moon
Then moon the sun solar eclipse I,
Dismissin the meannest niggas in a minutes time
Dispensin the sickest venom from a killers mind
Catch a body on the track like a marathon
Runner stumbled in my fuckin arms at the finish line
They call me mr take another nigga bitch and break her
Penetrate her then eliminate her just to get the paper
If peter piper picked a pepper than she better pay the piper
If I pipe her I could pimp her or sophisticate her
You bring her down but my swag on elevator
She jus wanna get down cause I elevate her
Damn homie what you squaking about cause I'm all in your spouse
While you on the couch staring at the wall in your house
Ye she love to hum my songs
Cause she only listen to em when my balls in her mouth
Ouch, what type of G am I, rappers o.d, tmi
Well tell your bm don't dm me, cause I'm in a bm, epmd
She d'in me and said G you fly, you drive me crazy like a dui
Skarr scoop me up and we flew bye
Trel came through with atleast two guys
You gon run this G with my G's to ma
Nuttin but a G up in these 2 eyes
Guess that's the penalty to be too fly
Bitch niggas don't wanna see you fly
Laugh now cry later when I squeeze you lot
And I won't stop hittin till I see you die, GOODNIGHT
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you
The night has a thousand ears listenin to your crys
The night has a thousand eyes and there all on you

[los - verse 1]
i use to wheelie the bike, dribble to ball
now i'm ballin' when i travel, no dribble at all
i use to run suicides, impressin' my coach
now i'm fly like i quit the team i aint messin wit coach
i watched michael jordan take flight
hammer? did the typewriter
my first freestyles came as a bike rider
cuz i used to spin the handle bars round
and thats quite a spin cuz i handle bars now
i use to play hide and go seek on the roof
now the roof play hide and go seek on my coupe
uhhh, i used to clean up my sneakers with a toothbrush
now my show game floss a lil' too much
but, i'm exactly what my hood need
i've been mackin' since ewing had good knees
geez, say hello to the problem
cuz now i'm watchin' melo at the garden
and i'm thinkin that life got colder
had a chip on my shoulder
but i got a little older and the world don't owe ya
nothing, no bluffin' when they ask me how i did it
i tell em that i push it to the limit
nigga i gotta ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-get it, ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
if you came up poor in the hood like me
and just wanted to know what the good life be
watchin all the hustlers and the big body cars
wrist full of ice livin' life like a star
nigga you betta ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-get it, ge-ge-get it
ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-get it
[xv - verse 2]
blessing this game and it still aint safe
they say johnson is magic, labels still don't aid
killin' these bloodsuckers and i still aint blade
but i'm still going off like my bills aint paid
but my dues are, huge bars, in the game like ?
me and seven grew up lik4 a coupe with only 2 doors
get it, thats a coupe muthafucka
these bitches see no roof and go woof to a nigga
i used to watch stars wars and used to act like darth vader
daddy's princess and swallow up my light saber
i used to play donkey kong country
now i go bananas all over the dman country
came outta kansas they say we a little country
now i'ma blow us up like we are our own little country
been this way since king kong was just a baby monkey
when haters were just turkeys was just funky
1985 watching voltron and mcguyver put together the pieces of the city on fire
nothing, no bluffin'w hent hey ask me how i did it
i tell 'em that i push 'em to the limit
nigga i gotta
[hook]
[los - verse 3]
there like oh shit the crown aint safe los snappin'
you took the words right out my mouth like closed caption
cuz no passion is matchin' mine
and you wanna mash it up wit' the mastamind
huhh, h-h-how you passin me i leave ya
i don't kno no limits like masta p wit' amnesia
i used to watch rambo wit' the ammo and the shotgun
then i watched randel when he scrambled then the shotgun
i still play freeze tag with my main crew
i mean i dont but my watch and my chain do
uh, i'm talki rice and montana
now promoters wan know, whats my price in montana
i say i'm from the murder
where they cook it on the burner
and they whipped it in the pot
'fore they put it in on the corner nigga
welcome to the spot
wanna know what? ima learn first rule
mind ya business if the shit jus dont concern ya
life got colder had a chip on my shoulder
but i got a little older and the world dont owe ya
mothing, no bluffin' when they ask me how i did it
i tell 'em that i push it to the limit

[Hook: Los]
Got my top down low
You can tell a nigga paid
Snapback on
All good shades
They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way
If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say
All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's, And I'm stepping on stepping on haters every day
In a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on stepping on haters everyday ohh
[Verse 1: Los]
Man I got so many j's that it's going to brain nigga
I be in my j's like I'm going through lane
I be in my j's like I'm going to my game
Fuck around and throw some 20 trays on the range nigga
Standing on a couch rockin 4 chains
And some j's from where jordan will go chase
Gotta dumb watch and a stupid car and more j's than a mothafucking shooting-guard
I mean how they gon stop me son
Take these out the box you gon' have to run a box in one
Yesterday I caught me some but she ain't never heard of it
I put these on a causeacome cause boy I'm finna murder shit
I'm heading back shorty come with me drop lambo like some red and black number threes
I know the haters never wanna give you props so I killem when I'm coming through the block
[Hook: Los]
Got my top down low
You can tell a nigga paid, snapback on
All good shades
They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way
If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say
All I need is a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's
And I'm stepping on stepping on haters every day in a fresh pair of j's fresh, fresh pair of j's and I'm stepping on stepping on haters everyday ohh
[Verse 2: Los]
Catch a nigga on his down time bet I'm still fly like jordan from foul line
I'm just a loved nigga jumpin outta bentley feelin like MJ dunkin north of campbay
Now I'm standin on a couch rocking 6 rings too fly to lace up my number six strings
I'm a all star, that nigga six trays I bet these retros make you feel sixteen
I'm a stay fly kid
I'm makin hella paper cause I say fly shit you could battle with the j's when I lace my shit but they fuk yours up like ay I did
My 7's a 7: 30 my six is so rare my fives be on track like bitches with no hair
I'm a kill em with the j's like milla for the tray caught gorilla when I bring it through the way
[Hook: Los]
Got my top down low
You can tell a nigga paid
Snapback on
All good shades
They tell me get to it and I say I'm on my way
If ain't about the money I ain't gotta lot to say

[Chorus]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort, I...
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)
[Los - Verse 1]
Uh, yeah, uh, okay
Shout out to my haters, waiters bring some shots of vodka
Here's a toast for every foe and all the things that tried to stop us
Blockers knock us, now we parking pilots, hop out popping collars
"Damn los, what you been up to homie?" "how bout clockin' dollars."
Shopping, copping, buying blinding diamond watches fly as pilots
Grinding, climbing, shining, dropping tops reclining, tires polished
Mileage low, gliding slow, seats way back, got tints on the ride
So fresh so clean, swag so high, f-ck around leave footprints in the sky
I promise that, shorty how I live that, she said "gee, you be too fly."
Well I keep Gucci's on my feet because the G-you-see-is-I (gucci)
Get it? I did it, differently and better
I was climbing from the bottom, had to get my shit together
Now these bitches on my dick, because I'm finna get this cheddar
Middle finger to the critics, tell 'em pick a nigga better
But I'm mashin' in that Aston until I'm passing the red line
Flashbacks of my homies I lost to caskets and fed time
If you ain't help me out, I could give a f-ck less
Revenge is sweet, I call it suc-cess
[Chorus]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort, I...
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here
Finally here (finally here)
[Los - Verse 2]
Uh, yo...
Man, I'm just here to encourage you
Not tryna be spiritual, but I had the sudden urge to
Thank God for my miracles
'Cuz I made it through my cir-cumstances and had some terrible
Situations but innovations helped me find the words to
Help you get through your personal adversities, have mercy please
On those who tried to curse you, and nothing could reverse you
My big homie Twista told me I got one of the coldest flows
Can't wait to see you shit on niggas, I said homie, "hold your nose!"
I can feel it in my stomach, the adrenaline building
So later for these bitch niggas and they feminine feelings
I done been in the building with venomous killers
Got strength left to push to the end and I'm willing
To hold my aim and just flame niggas
Know your lane in this game niggas
What I plan to do to rap is novocaine, gon' need painkillers
My lines is cocaine, my mind is propane
And blow your brains out, my rhymes is Cobain
Top pushed back, my rodney rogaine
I been on my grind since the line in soul train
Just tryna go, across the board
Tryna blow, buy some jordans?
Rather flipping pies, or flipping rhymes
Haters live your life, 'cuz I'm living mine
[Chorus]
Money long, but life is short
They say you chase your dream too long and it might distort, I...
But it seems, that this dream, chased me
I'm finally here
Got two bottles with four models at my table, add it up
I'm finally here

[Verse 1: Los]
Uh, Yo cop the Mazerati ride it till it Redline
I'm just stuntin for my homies doin fed time
I got a couple niggas doin 20 life
They told me play you pussys to the left and get my money right
Swag too high, Story too deep, It put Mauri's on my feet
It gave me morals from the streets
Praying to the lord, I get to keep my blessings
I been sinning since Hammer had 357
And my city know I'm riding, I'm down for the cause
Got the run around, Just wanted a Round of Applause
Now my bitches ballin' out, goin down to the balls
Better know that I'm walking on the sky for the ground that I lost
Now I'm focused on my money, Cut the drama out for good
Feelin' like a Billionaire, Got my mama out the hood
Doin' a Hundred miles an hour, bumpin' 99 Problems
Got the spirit of a Hustler, I ain't stopping
[Hook: Ernie Gaines]
Livin' in the Fast Lane, Up and Down don't stop
And we get lit, Now it's life on top
We higher than private planes, breathing in Champagne
They say that we out of our minds
They say that we out of our minds
So Tonight, Let's get out of our minds
You too would be out of your mind
[Verse 2: Los]
Ballin in the club, my crew & some thick dames
Standin' on the couches, Doing the Rick James, Biitch
Uh, Hater you can do the same
Had a super ugly past, now in super future frames
Nobody did nothin, I got it my own way
So tonight I'm fist bumpin' with bottles of Rose
Put the Loubi's on coupe, makes stress low
Then it's off with the roof, Nutso
Pocket full of Hundreds, I hope you appalled
Since I'm young, black & famous, I'm broken the law
Hear a lot of bitchin' lately, I hope it's the broads
When a nigga finally make it out, I just hope you applause
Now I'm focused on my money, Cut the drama out for good
Feelin' like a Billionaire, Got my mama out the hood
Doin' a Hundred miles an hour, bumpin' 99 Problems
Got the spirit of a Hustler, I ain't stopping
[Hook: Ernie Gaines]
Livin' in the Fast Lane, Up and Down don't stop
And we get lit, Now it's life on top
We higher than private planes, breathing in Champagne
They say that we out of our minds
They say that we out of our minds
So Tonight, Let's get out of our minds

ughhhhLosuh-huhhh
baby girl whats this about
invite me in and kick me out
theres better ways to deal with this
does it offend you that im real as shit
aint another dude as tough you feel me
i mean who love you like i love you really
whats up with this distancing
i dont feel significant
hold up wait girl hol jus a min
i need this moment jus to vent
incidents i cant control
came up out i had to go
you knew i was coming back
you wanted that i had to grow
said you could get past my past
so what we movin backwards for
who knew it would take this long
you never mentioned that before
how could you diss me this me
kiss me dismiss me jus leave
bitch we history mystery
haunts me how you smile dont miss me
want me need me call me beep me
heal me hear me touch me see me feel me
see she guilty look away
crooked love cant look my way
took a day to write you this
for night you miss in light of this
cuz i made it despite of this
lets make a night of this
fire lit glass of wine relax your mind we passin time
ashes from the passions of our passes fly
and its fine
damn its time to accept it i never hear your voice again
its so hard to say goodbye but thats what turns boys to men
the choices in
life never seem fair
but they bring light to the things never seen there
so atleast for the time that it took
when you climb and you look
you dun made it to the clean air
breath in enjoy it cuz sum seek joy jus to destroy it
distorted visions dont playback the way they were recorded
why cant sometimes life be edited minus all the bullshit
get a full grip fast forward through the open road
when life push your buttons you dont seem to have remote control
i hope that your soul is safe
i hope all your goals in place
i hope that it goes the way and everything jus goes ur way
i hope when foes appose you they getstuck with the frozen face
i hope i can motivate somebody to grow today
i hope that you go hard and even though things dont go your way
hold up wait
even though you broke my heart
im still wishing you the best
im jus gunna play my part
if someones willin to invest
this has been my blood
this has been my tears
this is been a pain i felt inside my heart for years
i been workin so hard i know they gotta feel the bars
this ain bout no girl this bout the deal i lost
yeaaa,,,eh yo check this out
i like to dedicate this song to.
all my failures in life
everything that i ever endured that just made me stronger
it made me realize that,
its not the end, its not where it stops,

[Hook]
Whole bunch of money in the duffle bag
Riding on you niggas for the love of cash
Double barrel shottie she a bad bitch
Wild life, what we got is magic, go!
Shawty says she know them down the ride like
Damn baby you the bonnie to my clyde like, go
We be on it, we be on it, all night
Shits we fuck them baby when we see them on sight
How you bitches acting bujy in a Honda
My boobie and cabana having sushi in catona
Making movies, come home and play jacuzzies
In designers, loubbies in the 2 piece blowing dubbies
In the sauna
Lemi marane guts, chrome dullies on your chevy
head, rolling stones, fruity and a bezel
2 niggas play their she call them bitches lesbis
When they licking and they busting
They leave all you pussies messing, go
Flier than a helicopter, propeller we spinning, taking off
Niggas hating, bitches jealous, be winning don't take a loss
They just soft, made my way that made me boss
My bitch so made, I'm just so paid, I just don't wait
I frankle off I'm just like, fuck em, fuck em
She said let's smash them, we ride
I said we catch them, clash them after we blast them, we slide, brat!
Ain't no actual problems, no need to ask if I got them
Just book the flight after the heist
Bury the cash on an island, then we out
[Hook]
Whole bunch of money in the duffle bag
Riding on you niggas for the love of cash
Double barrel shottie she a bad bitch
Wild life, what we got is magic, go!
Shawty says she know them down the ride like
Damn baby you the bonnie to my clyde like, go
We be on it, we be on it, all night
Shits we fuck them baby when we see them on sight
Deuce the deuce with the damie grip
And I keep a spare clip behind the hair clip
And your shit bare somewhere way as bear shit
I was born on haloween and you be on that scared shit
When you see him you gonna see me too
That's on gp, that's how a bitch from D.C. do
Still fuck that dinero like Al Pacino fan
Ain't too much changed like a Pepsi can
I get the drop on a bitch from my right hand
And put dots on a shit like a spray can
While you copping land bags, I'm in a white lamb
Settle down, my bezel loud like a height man
Serve these bitches like Serena, not a rookie
Make these bitches hate a nigga,
Play the nina by the pussy
Bonnie and clyde nigga stop that
Feel like you bumping jay and foxy in a buck sac
[Hook]
Whole bunch of money in the duffle bag
Riding on you niggas for the love of cash
Double barrel shottie she a bad bitch
Wild life, what we got is magic, go!
Shawty says she know them down the ride like
Damn baby you the bonnie to my clyde like, go
We be on it, we be on it, all night

[Talking: Los]
Aye, like, like I traveled all over the world to see you baby like
I'm definitely your biggest fan
I'm at the front row at all your shows holding up signs
[Hook: Sean Hayz & Los]
I'm like damn she cold
With an itty bitty mini skirt bad ass heels and a bag
And a bag she knows
She a diva with class got a weave to her ass
All these nasty hoes
Give her mean looks cause her team tough
Watch how ham she goes
When her song come on she gonna drop it to the floor like
Fuck what all these bitches say
Yeah baby girl gone do your thing cause
I think I'm your biggest fan
No doubt you belong with a king so
Fuck what all these niggas say
All I need is a front row seat cause
You know I'm your biggest fan, your biggest fan
[Verse 1: Los]
Ugh, swag, ugh
That's all this waist with all that ass
Glad I'm the one you putting on a show for
That short ass skirt and them long ass legs
Need a backstage pass when you going on tour
God damn that body screaming eat me up
Looking like a resses cup, chocolate and bcbg pumps
Dancing like a freaky slut, that slo motion that poetry
Climb that pole I'll throw a g, she said fuck that los just flow for me
Your voice make a bitch wanna drop it low for free, I said cool dip
She turned around and popped it I said oooh shit, she looked back at it
Told me gone ahead and smack it, dropped it to the floor like what ya waiting for you ain't gonna do shit?
Hold up wait, ugh what?, girl you got me fucked up
Gone let me fill my cup up, if I jump up in it I'm a go numb chucks
That's bruce lee, you, me, swinging through the hood on duece three's
23's, honey please, you should come kick it with a true g
Cause we be cruising lane to lane, shawty you my favorite thang
Some niggas go ape shit, me I go orangutan
Plus I got a gang of change, we could pull a david blane
Listen hear, disappear, man fuck all these bitches here
[Hook: Sean Hayz & Los]
I'm like damn she cold
With an itty bitty mini skirt bad ass heels and a bag
And a bag she knows
She a diva with class got a weave to her ass
All these nasty hoes
Give her mean looks cause her team tough
Watch how ham she goes
When her song come on she gonna drop it to the floor like
Fuck what all these bitches say
Yeah baby girl gone do your thing cause
I think I'm your biggest fan
No doubt you belong with a king so
Fuck what all these niggas say
All I need is a front row seat cause
You know I'm your biggest fan, your biggest fan
[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
Ugh, take my hand
Damn you so hot, let me cool you down, girl, I'm your biggest fan
Got a frontrow seat big dollar sign, can you see me in the stands?
Yup, ready for the show
Like I waited outside
Came right through the door
Looked right in your eyes
Went right to the floor
You know how it go, I'm such an animal, when I see your tail waggin
Groupie love girl, can I hop on your bandwagon?
I got a bad habit, fucking with them bad bitches
Just want to see you go to work, c-call it bad business
I warned you, ain't no telling what I'm gonna do
L-let me know when you ready we could dip, like fondue
I got a warm pool, couple songs you could perform boo
A lil one-two, I-I know you want to
G-get it on tonight
I love the way you rock that mic
Baby let me rock the boat
Cat got your tongue, but I got that pussy all in my throat
It's going down like the slopes
Tell me can you feel the breeze, I think I might need my coat
[Hook: Sean Hayz & Los]
I'm like damn she cold
With an itty bitty mini skirt bad ass heels and a bag
And a bag she knows
She a diva with class got a weave to her ass
All these nasty hoes
Give her mean looks cause her team tough
Watch how ham she goes
When her song come on she gonna drop it to the floor like
Fuck what all these bitches say
Yeah baby girl gone do your thing cause
I think I'm your biggest fan
No doubt you belong with a king so
Fuck what all these niggas say
All I need is a front row seat cause