T.n.b. Lyrics - Singles - King Los

[Hook:] 

Pull up to the club - skatin' on them dishes 

We in '67 Chevys, they got Daytons on them bitches 

Fuck is goin' on? Thought that hatin' shit was finished 

We don't take it personal, we just takin' niggas bitches 

Said we takin' niggas' bitches, takin' niggas' bitches 

Takin' niggas' bitches, yeah, we takin' niggas' bitches 

That's your girl up in my section? Boy, you know the business 

Just don't take it personal, we takin' everybody's bitches 

Hundred bottles of Ciroc, drinkin' like a boss 

Fuck what niggas think, bitch, I think I like to floss 

Fuck is goin' on? Thought that hatin' shit was finished 

Take some shots, take some pictures, 

Then let's take these niggas' bitches 

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[Verse:] 

Okay, I'm faded off that motherfuckin' Ciroc, buzz 

Bitch we in the building like sheetrock, studs 

Now she want me to beat that pussy 'til it beat-box (what?) 

She like my style, so we got ghost while you D-Blockin', cous' 

Yeah, she pullin' on my sleeve, tryna get close to me 

She got a long, wavy weave and a big ol' booty 

I'm gettin' all this rap money and my boys flip coke 

So don't be actin' like you bougie if your boyfriend broke 

She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon 

I ain't tryna spend the night, I wanna penetrate it soon 

You know, infiltrate that womb, drop in them guts like a convertible 

We can get up like that nigga's ego, dollars off that vertical 

She tripped over my swag - so you know where she goin' 

Put no bitch over my cash - bitch, I'm 'bout my coins 

And I ain't talkin' rolls of quarters, but I got some dimes 

Tell him make my wheels look extra clean, bruh, I gots to shine 

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[Hook:] 

[Verse 2:] 

Dance, too much booty in the pants 

I'll blow a couple grand, and straight throw it like a champ 

And she drop it, I'mma get it poppin', shorties know we rockin' 

I got all these bitches jockin' like the motorcycle dance 

I'm low on my haters, but I'm high on them digits 

I give her that sign, then we slide, you know I'm pipin' these bitches 

She said he ain't fuckin' her right, she gon' eliminate him soon 

And my shine out of this world, bitch, I intimidate the moon 

I rock Jesus pieces and Coogies - you know, Biggie Smalls 

I said "baby, you want some rose?" She said "you know Ricky Ross?" 

I said "whoa, my pimpin' cold - go play in the snow" 

'Cause these white bitches still roll, oj in the cold 

I hope it's all good like a field goal when touchdown like a end zone 

If that bitch don't lick c***, nigga, kick rock like a Flintstone 

See, you give me your pebbles, I'll give you this bam-bam 

You booed-up with an amateur, just call me the sandman 

Lookin' at my Rollie, it's my motherfuckin' time 

Tell that nigga clean my wheels and make them motherfuckers shine 

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