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letra de postcards - king los

[intro: mickey shiloh]
yeah
we ain’t got nothin’ for these haters
but some postcards, ha, postcards
king los
yeah…

[hook: mickey shiloh & los]
(tell them you’ll need this)
we sh-ttin’ on the game, by the time they hear this
we be probably sittin’ on a plane, waving by
(tell them you’ll need this)
see you, f-ck up out my lane, that’s the perfect time to exit
n-gga f-ck up out the game, like
(tell them you’ll need this)
rings on, king sh-t, throne sh-t
bow down i got rings on, i’m like
(tell them we’ll need this)
go hard, we ain’t, got nothin’
for b-tch n-ggas but postcards
(postcards, postcards, postcards)
we ain’t got nothin’ for b-tch n-ggas
but postcards (postcards)

[verse 1: los]
ugh, in one week i see two, three jets
zoned like a 2-3, gucci sweats
i’m a trapper keeper keep that loose leaf fresh
that’s packs of paper, stacks of acres
i mack, you ??? i’m rap’s new savior
i should tattoo haters on my nuts cause that’s where they be
yeah they be, trynna follow me and be ahead of me
seventy, severed chevrolet and bumpin’ heavy d, steadily
i just get my mack on n-gga, never back out
never turn my back on n-ggas, i just black on n-ggas
like lights out, iced out, if these n-ggas way beyond my motherf-ckin’ wipeout
n-ggas ain’t trill, ain’t built like this
this my real life b-tch i pay bills like this
i just feel like i could make mills like shiiit
so i sh-t mills(meals) out while you feel like sh-t
chill, you don’t want none of this here
i summon this here, this my summer this year
and i’m stuntin’ this year on a pj
how the f-ck i make it out without a dj, woah

[hook]

[verse 2: los]
i’m somewhere under palm trees
with a blonde piece within arm’s reach
y’all n-ggas ain’t blowin’ that strong either
i had a little talk with a palm reader
say money, money, money, money
coins, coins, cash, scrilla
drop, lamb, got, d-mn
going, going, fast, n-gga
zoom, i’m somewhere on the moon lookin’ down
you ??? stuck somewhere in the room lookin’ round
who cookin’ now? me (ugh)
who the f-ck thought it could be ??? (you)
b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t-i-n-g, i can see
a lot of that comin’ from your clique right now
so i’m writin’ postcards in this b-tch right now
like ugh, next time you see me i’ll probably be different
i told you n-ggas
you can run back and tell the whole f-ckin’ city when you saw me
i was lookin’ like a whole new n-gga
king

[hook x2]

- king los

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