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Los

Genres: Hip-Hop

Dope Lyrics - Los

To celebrate my new haters 

I just bring a new whip out 

End up fuckin' your main girl 

Then park this shit at your bitch house 

Paid 100K for my necklace 

They wanna bring 100 Ks to my crib 

Nigga, it's 100 ways to get got 

Then make you pay 100K for your kid 

Have him at the crack house with the dope fiends 

The dim lights and the smokescreens 

Let him smell the aroma from a coke coma 

If you listen close, you'll hear souls scream 

From the block, chillin' with the shooters 

That was in a pot, tryna whip up future 

My dogs scrape the walls of that Pyrex 

As I thank the Lord for my progress 

 

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Cause all my chains is gold 

Man, my rings and Rollies is gold 

All my dames is "go" 

Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope 

I got that dope, got that, got that dope 

Got that, got that dope 

I got that dope, got that, got that dope 

Got that, got that dope 

Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch" 

I smoke that West Coast shit 

Rollin' with my top down 

Cause I be on that dope shit 

I got that dope, got that, got that dope 

Got that, got that dope 

I got that dope, got that, got that dope 

Got that, got that dope 

 

Photos 

 

King Los with the kingpin 

King Push, you'd better king him 

King's ransom for a kilo 

Took mine and built a kingdom 

Open doors for overlords 

Overdo it, overboard 

This Coupe causin' you pain, nigga 

Peel the top back like an open sore 

My niggas is caged in, I tell 'em be patient 

'Raris we racin' - nights at the Day's Inn 

Paid off - they comin' home made men 

New gods, in the new Auds, we lose y'all 

You a Dodge, nigga, like the new charge 

This dope money, we can prove ours 

 

I need a celebrity bitch 

So I can be a groupie nigga 

Ten million dollars, but I'm still in the streets 

So they're saying I'm a stupid nigga 

I might be, but then again I might not 

I can show you how to make 8 bands off a pound of kush 

And 35 off a white block 

I can show you how to drop the top on a Phantom 

Show you how to unload that hammer 

When I say "cocaine," mercy, my nigga 

[Add that architect to my drama]? 

Say my words slurred, I got birds 

They sip syrup, she got curves 

Got kicked out the house, gettin' up on my nerves 

Plus she heard I'm fuckin' with that dope... 

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