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letra de my biz - king los

(intro)
yo
los
big dot
we got one baby
i don’t even think they ready for this
h-llo, ayo

verse 1:
yo, yesterday i got a call from puff
said, “what you doin’?” said, “doin’ me
sh-t what you doin’?” he said, “makin’ a plan,”
i said, “plan for who?” he said, “you and me,”
most money, most swag, might as well shut this b-tch down
and f-ck them haters when i hanged up
tell ’em kiss your -ss cause you rich now
said cool ain’t nothing, dudes ain’t stunting
on the block in my city, did the two lane duckin’
did the trap in my city and my crew ain’t jumping
how? what? when? where? n-gga who ain’t coming?
flexing, we never lay ’em out, my clique ’bout that fly sh-t
and the best thing that ever came out your b-tch mouth was my d-ck
h-ll no, no ho, don’t bust no pimp
n-ggas better catch up like a condiment
and i’m fly as h-ll, don’t start no sh-t
see my ysls cost condo rent
man my money so good and my clique so bad
and my rollie don’t tick and my b-tch don’t nag
and you just don’t swag like me my guy
automatic swag; i need not try
she never seen no boy that clean
better cuff that b-tch, like jordache jeans
if we on that scene better lock that n-gga
catch me in the section where all the ciroc at n-gga
roll up in the peach get her box wet n-gga
got rockets, heat, bosh, yao
how we ball up in the club; yikes, sheesh, gosh, wow…

bridge:
they like, “d-mn what’s happenin’ my g?”
man i’m probably blowin’ dough on my b-tches, you know
swinging through the block in a brand new two-door
rolling slow in them digits
probably got models over here, bottles in the air
blowing dro with my n-ggas
homie i grind, i shine, and i mind my business

hook:
i mind my business
my business, my business
i mind my business
my business, my business
what? what they say ’bout me?
f-ck what they say ’bout me
if it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout me
if it ain’t ’bout money then it ain’t ’bout me
i mind my business

verse 2:
my new thing and i get my liu kang on
bumping 2 chainz and i got two chains on
got the loubuitons on these groupie broads
drop top, guts out like a sushi bar
i don’t trick motherf-cker, i don’t choose yo broad
she make a wish ‘cause she lookin’ up to a star
couple bottles, few cigars
at the green like tiger when he shoot for par,
i gotta lose yo part, i gotta go ahead
i got a old chevy, new wheels
i got a old plan to get new money
oh you mad i got a new deal?
a few pills and she go off
like her two heels and her trues will
i mean after all i do rap and ball
you know meek mill? lou will?
one rap one ball, get it rap and ball
like j. kidd when i grab the ball
they can’t play me, i’m all nets like jay-z’s basketball team,
king los, shot good like i could’ve played for the mavs,
i’m king los and i’m so good that i could’ve stayed with the cavs
no diss to bron bron, n-ggas get yo pompoms
i’m sippin’ chandon and my sneakers sean john
from a block where they flip it then they get it gone gone
miss my homies in the feds and my n-ggas long gone
don’t floss ’round me, baby getcha strong arm
hope your arms strong cause my n-ggas shoot like armstrong
standing on the couch and we blowin’ strong strong
you ain’t getting no money, that’s funny what’s wrong?

- king los

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