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swag city bitch - king los lyrics

[intro]
swag city b-tch swag swag city b-tch
and im back back wit diddy b-tch

[verse 1: los]

n-gga slide to the side let a flyer guy in
as i light that -ss up like a fire fly then
put hot sh-t out like im fire fightin
at my funeral you couldn’t be as live as i am
and i promise i am
my swag ain’t even from this motherf-ckin’ planet
im surprised that i am
n-gga’s wanna battle me but not like serious
cause i’m the best dot, but dot like period
use to f-ckin b-tches thats magazine cover gorgeous
my mattress covered with models
my boxers covered in horses
my rollie covered in diamonds
motherf-cker its gorgeous
in the winter push the hummers again
and jus cover the porsches ahhh
i got it covered you couldn’t cover a portion
im k!llin you son i hope my insurance cover abortion
cause i’m on that bullsh-t
there ain’t a sicker brother that rap
im dope as stuffin’ your nose
with that sh-t that come in that pack
they sick if i’m on the track they better show me respect
cause i’ve had it up to my neck like a n-gga covered in tats
dont mix me up wit this rap they subtract my energy
try to do me but they lack ident-ty
black eye spendin cheese
just to throw ice on the face
like a n-gga with a black eye finna’ be
i black out you n-ggas back out timidly
i p-ss out -ss whoopins you p-ss out physically
stick wit me n-ggas out they lame -ss mind
every b-tch you see me with you playin name that dime
make them knock the walls down
between the louis and the gucci store
so i can shop them both at the same d-mn time
you a train i’m a plane you’re playin you need to train
you need to watch too
your watch too plain you need a chain
your fox too lame she just wanna’ ride shotgun
ironically she give a lot of brain and ain’t got one
stop son, sun won’t let another one block em’
by summers come i’m the number one option
yup here come another one
n-gga’s better group up
mob up gwap up yea n-ggas troupe up
get your little jewelry together shine your coupes up
pop ur pills hit all your kush pour your juice up
cause when i put this war paint on and lace these boots up
all this fly sh-t dont fly jus throw the deuce up
i just want that lambi and i’m cool cuh’
thinkin’ bout that grammy got me sammy sosa juiced up
if she got a f-nny lil’ mammy gettin’ scooped up
i f-cked her in miami left her panties in my new truck
ask about me i just smashed the beat
lookin’ like cash my b-tch lookin like fashion week
plus that’s what it look like lookin in my closet
you goin through withdrawl b-tch i look like a deposit
sturrin out them bentley windows lookin at the projects
take a step back b-tch you lookin at the process
some don’t see no pictures some just only see the objects
so my objective is for you to see my progress
i guess with this momentum that im gaining
you could feel it in the air i’m a billionaire in training
i said with this momentum that im gaining
you can feel it in the air this is billionaire training

swag city b-tch swag swag city b-tch
its badboy yea im back back wit diddy b-tch
swag city b-tch swag swag city b-tch im king losswaggaboy n you know this sh-t bow

- king los lyrics

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