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lirik lagu los - 2 time felon

[intro: los]
check me out, n~gga
p~ssy~ass n~gga
check me out, n~gga
white house sh~t, n~gga, all that, n~gga
yeah, uh, uh
(p~ssy~ass n~ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em)

[verse 1: los]
i’m a two~time felon, i’m as shady as it get
grew up with some k!llers, i’ll play you like a b~tch
lil’ n~gga, when you standin’ in that cut, keep your eyes open
i can tell you ’bout the time i had them nines goin’
i can tell you ’bout a time when i was f~cked up
come to the table, all the dope gettin’ cut up, n~gga, take a seat
my baby drivin’, she’ll get them things from a to b
n~gga, plain and simple, yeah
los, how long you ’bout to be? n~gga, give me a minute, i’ll let you know
i get a thousand for a feature, f~ck i look like sellin’ dope?
[verse 2: samuel shabazz]
got a family full of preachers, i ain’t feel like sellin’ hope
i’ma break it down for you, b~tch, this what you need to know
i was down bad, f~cked up, really at my low
shipped a couple up to brodie, he said, “don’t trip, i’ma roll it,” go
livin’ proof of the truth
they be mad, you ain’t mad like they can’t do what you do (who?)
my bad, my bad, b~tch used to me too (ooh)
i’ma play it like i say it (say)
walk it like i talk it, they ain’t mean it when they made it (n~gga)
b~tch, it ain’t no secret we the greatest (we the greatest)

[verse 3: babyface ray]
free my n~gga 80s, pop was twenty, drunk three~eighty (yeah)
man, these n~ggas lazy, pockets low, so it get shady (haha)
i’m a dirty motherf~cker if you see me at the station
ayy, baby, pack your bags ’cause we goin’ on vacation (we gone)
i’ma use you as the stash, then i f~ck you once we make it (ho)
ayy, keep it g with me (yeah)
if i ain’t have a dollar to my name, baby girl, would you be with me?
looked up in the sky, askin’ god, “what you see in me?”
life on the line too many times, thinkin’ we’ll meet
these d&g, travis scotts a rack

[verse 4: wanski]
try to take this piece, thirty shots with that (thirty)
these n~ggas mad at me (how?), ’cause i’m bouncin’ back
i just shot down to the v with a lot of crack (yeah)
these n~ggas say they can compete, but ain’t got a rack
my mom dukes know i hug that road, she can vouch for that
this 40, shut your mouth with that
he cop again, he cop it back
i jugged a ham and got a sack
y’all boys some copycats
shoot at us, we shootin’ back
you got a strap, don’t know what to do with that
get a brick and i’m movin’ that
a hundred, go get flew with that
[verse 5: wb nutty]
i got my hands on everything, i just need a town to move it at
addicted to the table high, i don’t really even use the mask
n~gga, i’m used to it, i like to see ’em use it
i’m in a rental, hold my breath ’cause i see the troopers
four hundred grams in a fusion
and blow is heroin, that’s for the confusion

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