King Los - I Do (Freestyle) lyrics
[King Los - I Do Freestyle lyrics]
Now from my manicured hands to my totebag
I'm so bad my grammar, my vocab, my manners
My whole swag
Dog, please, from my heart beats a story
Leaving odds beat by large leaps
To God be the glory
Your facade to me is boring
Ain't a fucking way that you could clown me
I'm so hot
Even summer play it cool around me
I sweep the town like a king, baby
Peep the crown
Who else you know could tell a skyscraper
"Keep it down"? But that ain't bout shit
My style just appear fresher
I'm really bout this
My outfit's is peer pressure
Watch your mouth, bitch
These ain't Guccis, they YSL
But fuck, if it was shit on a stick
I'd make it look fly as hell
I say I got mo' pads
That's cribs for us to go tonight
He say he got mo' pads
This nigga's on a motorbike
But fuck it, pop a wheelie
Throw the deuce up if you pimping
Tell your bitches pop a pill
And pull some juice up
I'm too pumped on the track
I need to calm down i'm so over the top
I climb a mountain for the climb down
Yeah, I said climb down, nigga
My work has just begun
Why celebrate on top of a mountain
If I ain't fucking done?
I'm the one, I be a bastard to assume
You still'll be mountain climbing when
I'm dancing on the moon
Success loves to hide but I go seek
Ever if I sat my passion down
It would grow feet
I'm talking walk, crawl, jog, nigga
Run to me and I ain't gotta run game
It really run through me
She said, "Ain't you Los? Well, what it do
Nigga?"
"You feel that breeze?" I said yeah boo boo
I'm a cool nigga now she stay in arm's reach
As far as she know
I could stand on a beach and
Make a palm tree blow
Speaking of blow, met this freak at the show
Told her give me some head and
She began to go she was geeking and blow
Put it deep in her throat
Titties and ass need to be on a pole
The type to get high but she freak on the low
Picked a spot on the map and a
Weekend to go and we gone
Body so soft and I'm blowing that strong
Got me saying, "I do" like it go in this song
I do, I do, I would, I will
For your love, who should I kill?
How good I feel, I kill myself
I'm fresh to death, I feel myself
You don't get it, feel myself?
Fresh to death, I kill myself
I'm still myself bro, who are you?
Bitch, you sound like so-and-so
Rapping about such-and-such
I wish your motherfucking flow would grow
No chance nigga so watered down
If you put him in the
Ground he'd probably grow plants
Call it flowers for the dead yeah bitch
I'm far out like I'm hours from the crib
I heard when they get thick, you turn diva
Me, I'm riding out
And I ain't making u turns neither
Bet you turn zero when them lions out there
Take your stripes like a tiger
Leave you lying out bare
Hold up, wait a minute, nigga come back
I said
Had to slow that down, had to speed that up
Damn, I'm just freestyling, nigga
What the fuck
This shit was over a long time ago
But fuck it, I said it's time to show
These niggas that i care, I care
I make home look good like I'm Ikea
Damn nigga, this is my year, my year
And it feels so good
Say yeah baby, it feels so good
I said, I'm singing to you motherfuckers
I'm like a friend to you motherfuckers
I'm so bad my grammar, my vocab, my manners
My whole swag
Dog, please, from my heart beats a story
Leaving odds beat by large leaps
To God be the glory
Your facade to me is boring
Ain't a fucking way that you could clown me
I'm so hot
Even summer play it cool around me
I sweep the town like a king, baby
Peep the crown
Who else you know could tell a skyscraper
"Keep it down"? But that ain't bout shit
My style just appear fresher
I'm really bout this
My outfit's is peer pressure
Watch your mouth, bitch
These ain't Guccis, they YSL
But fuck, if it was shit on a stick
I'd make it look fly as hell
I say I got mo' pads
That's cribs for us to go tonight
He say he got mo' pads
This nigga's on a motorbike
But fuck it, pop a wheelie
Throw the deuce up if you pimping
Tell your bitches pop a pill
And pull some juice up
I'm too pumped on the track
I need to calm down i'm so over the top
I climb a mountain for the climb down
Yeah, I said climb down, nigga
My work has just begun
Why celebrate on top of a mountain
If I ain't fucking done?
I'm the one, I be a bastard to assume
You still'll be mountain climbing when
I'm dancing on the moon
Success loves to hide but I go seek
Ever if I sat my passion down
It would grow feet
I'm talking walk, crawl, jog, nigga
Run to me and I ain't gotta run game
It really run through me
She said, "Ain't you Los? Well, what it do
Nigga?"
"You feel that breeze?" I said yeah boo boo
I'm a cool nigga now she stay in arm's reach
As far as she know
I could stand on a beach and
Make a palm tree blow
Speaking of blow, met this freak at the show
Told her give me some head and
She began to go she was geeking and blow
Put it deep in her throat
Titties and ass need to be on a pole
The type to get high but she freak on the low
Picked a spot on the map and a
Weekend to go and we gone
Body so soft and I'm blowing that strong
Got me saying, "I do" like it go in this song
I do, I do, I would, I will
For your love, who should I kill?
How good I feel, I kill myself
I'm fresh to death, I feel myself
You don't get it, feel myself?
Fresh to death, I kill myself
I'm still myself bro, who are you?
Bitch, you sound like so-and-so
Rapping about such-and-such
I wish your motherfucking flow would grow
No chance nigga so watered down
If you put him in the
Ground he'd probably grow plants
Call it flowers for the dead yeah bitch
I'm far out like I'm hours from the crib
I heard when they get thick, you turn diva
Me, I'm riding out
And I ain't making u turns neither
Bet you turn zero when them lions out there
Take your stripes like a tiger
Leave you lying out bare
Hold up, wait a minute, nigga come back
I said
Had to slow that down, had to speed that up
Damn, I'm just freestyling, nigga
What the fuck
This shit was over a long time ago
But fuck it, I said it's time to show
These niggas that i care, I care
I make home look good like I'm Ikea
Damn nigga, this is my year, my year
And it feels so good
Say yeah baby, it feels so good
I said, I'm singing to you motherfuckers
I'm like a friend to you motherfuckers