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king los - back in blood (freestyle) كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
i do this better than n_ggas
i’m the g to od to rap, just put that together my n_gga (yeah)
i let him feel these sh_lls from these four arms if he gettin’ defensive (yeah)
i show the rope to these rappers, no wonder i always mayweather these n_ggas
i spot ’em, i’m bringing up bars, like just say that sh_t with your chest when i’m pressing you n_gga
you extra, i’m extraterrestrial n_gga
i’m vegan, i’m eager to vegetablе n_ggas
like they don’t wanna let us turn up, thеy gon’ get the beats, claim they want all the smoke
you sweet potato n_ggas wanna squash it, never mastered nothin’ but the art of choke (pop pop)
ain’t no remedy for this
drop top ain’t no rental key with this
sh_t, i ain’t even rappin’ like i’m that hungry, i just came to spend this cheese and dip (look, look, look)
n_ggas act so hoe, they broke bro code
and no i can’t poke holes in no bro code
my d_ck worth 100,000,000,000
and that’s essential, ’cause i’m existential
it’s evident a n_gga’s presidential
girl that other rapper got less potential
’cause he could never put a legend in you (look)
these rap n_ggas ain’t from the trenches, b_tch i came up in the mud
where n_ggas stab you in yo back then twist the knife and say it’s love
n_ggas face off, knock yo face off with a straight face then face the judge
you front that n_gga bricks, he set you up, k!ll you, then take the plug (yeah)
protect ya top in these streets
keep it paper over p_ssy, keep it mob over [?]
if you plot, we gon’ eat
we get locked, we no speak
if it’s up, i’m gon’ call my shooters, not the police
learned a lot from these streets, i was hustlin’ baggin’ smoke
cut the cap, cory taught me how to cut and cap the dope
man, the projects believed in me
marty was like big meech to me
[?] had the beamer, benz and jeep and that was g to me
sunny was getting money, man he used to slide the v to me
you gotta see sticks you tryna beef with me
dre will knock yo forehead to yo knee for me
or sticks will knock yo whole head to the feet for me
that’s priceless, and they both will do it free for me
if you don’t whip the pot to score, you prolly tryna score some pot
half baked and couldn’t call samson you call it shorten crop
thug pound n_ggas just as sure as [?] could score the rock
you sh_t on everything outside when you import the pot
my big cousin bought cars like n_ggas buy high tops
so rich that n_gga called his maybach a mybach
i ain’t gotta put no emphasis on how we did it big
feds finally caught his ass, nicknamed him mr. big
nightmares make my bed shake, i still ain’t get my head straight
made it out the hood and lost my first deal to a fed case (yeah)
you never been through them times
i got such a criminal mind in these subliminal lines
baltimore n_gga, never have a minimal grind
that’s why my cars is foreign and my women is fine
i’m on my wayne carter sh_t with this rhyme
you could be 18, a n_gga half ya age will still give you the 9 (okay)
my block is hot, my top just dropped
shorty wanna li_li l!ck my lollipop
you know i told her how to love, but how to cop
i’m tryna get a bird man, ain’t got a [?] (look)
this the dedication, better squad up, show a gangster grill and you get drama
my juveniles is bg’s, i got hot boys and big timers
i’m gettin’ out of pocket, which one of y’all can stop it
i can get the summer lit enough to launch a rocket
put my n_ggas on that b_tch and we gon’ really get it poppin’
i can take the poverty and i can turn it into profit
i’m a big stepper, b_tch n_gga, chin checker
get ya b_tch, d_ck her, and quit it in 10 seconds
got a p_ssy n_gga vendetta, the trend setter
i’m a pj, you n_ggas is [?]
envious, vindictive, been jealous
mad ’cause i go_go gadget, flow magic
if i ain’t the floyd of rap you boys is cap just like his cap with the helicopter propeller (yeah)
this that flow you n_ggas love to hate but some how had to love
when you want king los on a beat, he gon’ send that b_tch back in blood
this that flow you n_ggas love to hate but some how had to love
when you want king los on a beat, he gon’ send that b_tch back in blood (n_gga)

- king los

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