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Los lyrics : "King Los (Ft. Lola Monroe)"

[Chorus - Los]
King los, king los, bow down, kiss a ^!$$% rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on, (*##$ I still did my thing though

I'm king los, king los, bow down, kiss a ^!$$% rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on,
(*##$ 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 ^!$$%s wishing that's my fate
That's 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 - Los]
Yo, rap on %#@! nobody go hard, I don't need nobody

I body whole squads
I bury ^!$$%s 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?
$#&@ I sound to get up I turn this (*##$ upside down

Cause I get down to get up, sit down do sit ups
Sit up do pushups, pushups to lay back
So I make that money do crunches

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

Hoped out the #~!!@ like I gotta murk out
Sorry baby girl, it'll never work out get it?
Snapback, custom made fitted's

%#@!ted 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
(*##$es 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, I'm

[Chorus - Los]


[Verse 2 - Los]
They'll never make another me

I don't even need half of me to make another you
I'm coming for number one,
So %#@!ting on ^!$$%s is the only way you ever see me taking number two

I'm back like vertebrae
^!$$% stop fronting, you ain't even really got the guts for this
Better man up ^!$$%, I'm a stand up ^!$$%

Bet Rosa Parks woulda got up for this
Cause I get down to get up
Never put the pen down to give up

Now a ^!$$% pin down to pin up it feel like I been up
And yall ^!$$%s struggling 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
Don't push up if you don't wanna play chess, get it?
Wear air j's every digit and I'm the rap game's most extraordinary ^!$$%

Don't knock on a door when ya boy in the kitchen
Probably mention I'm something that the Rock ain't cooking
Ski mask in the booth hope the cops ain't looking

Tell me god ain't smiling ^!$$% spot ain't tooken
Now my pops staying proud and these ^!$$%s stay lying
I was born in the jungle man these ^!$$%s ain't lions, I'm


[Chorus - Los]
King los, king los, bow down, kiss a ^!$$% rings hoe

Been knocked down, hated on, (*##$ I still did my thing though
I'm king los, king los, bow down, kiss a ^!$$% rings hoe
Been knocked down, hated on,

(*##$ 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 ^!$$%s wishing that's my fate

That's 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 3 - Lola Monroe]
Queen bosset cause I run %#@! I stay dumb slick fly tell a bum (*##$ bye
Wanna come trick, why, you ain't built like that

You gonna $#&@ around and get killed like that
Ol' back of the race looking (*##$ ol' wack $$# drag in the face looking (*##$
Ol' half $$#, no swag having $$#, ho $$#, slow $$#
Last of the apes looking (*##$
You're styled played out like manolo boots

We taking headshots welcome to the photo shoot
I'll wipe this (*##$! who hike this (*##$?
Make me put a ho down like Mike Vick pit
Betcha life get hit like a 10 car crash
You don't 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 (*##$es in a civic I did it

I'm good %#@!, the hoods big ticket
Get off my lollipop if you ain't gonna lick it
I'm wicked, ya money like Beckham lets kick it
None of yall (*##$es wanna step in my district
Say I ain't the truth and these (*##$es ain't lying
I was born in the jungle these (*##$es ain't lions

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