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[Los] Umm haha ey yo Hecta I'm just gunna play with this one You feel me no homo (legooo) Haha it's too easy n*gga Los I got a phone call from the moon like let's be honest out this b*tch Boy I been shining my whole life but you just blinding out this b*tch Then the sun got on the phone and got all modest out this b*tch Like "Look Los I don't want no problems, you the hottest out this b*tch" Superman sent me a txt like "you the flyest out this b*tch" I ordered HBO jus to catch all the wires out this b*tch Got a letter that said quit from all the liars out this b*tch But then a email from the truth said f*ck them liars out this b*tch Every bar I spit be way over your head about this b*tch Spiderman said "boy you all over the web about this b*tch" Put blue ribbons round your casket 'bout my bread about this b*tch I think my penpal is my pencil I got led up out this b*tch Take your b*tch up out this b*tch then put her b*tch on top your b*tch Then give your b*tch back cuz you b*tch and plus my b*tch could top your b*tch Yea I reps that Baltimore and I'm so proud I'm out this b*tch I think I'm better than you square cuz I'm a problem out this b*tch (Look at me now) Hey it ain't over baby look I'm goin' back in, um okay Last night Lola kissed me told me I'm the greatest She said f*ck 'em baby f*ck 'em, jus' go Kobe on them haters So I went 24′s on the drop Chevy Yellow paint purple guts n*ggas not ready I kill every hater I spot in the room Then go fill every crater they got on the moon Cuz I feel I'm the greatest they gotta assume That I'm 'bout to go, Carmelo, D-Wade, Kobe, Mike Man I'm like the old Mike when I go to flight And I'm like Mike Jack with a show tonight In other words This Is It you've been notified Listen to this put your list in this order like Los Los Los Los Los Los Los Cuz I spit like a n*gga with a lisp and an overbite F*ck you think I murder sumthin' B*tch I'm from the murder home Where they keep an eagle in a shotgun Like Mike Vick on third and long Man I think they heard it wrong All that bullsh*t turn me on Man f*ck that DJ turn it up Like a n*gga from the A-town burn it up Oh pussy f*ck ass lame ass n*gga Mad he can't f*ck my dame ass n*gga Where they do that no dame ass n*gga Deep down really mad cuz he ain't that n*gga Gotta a lil fame I chain that n*gga Send the KKK to come hang that n*gga Now its 3 n*ggas in your hood with hoods Cuz the crown ain't safe in the hood what's good |