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Los - Los can rap

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LYRICS:

I need my money on the table
No shoes kicked
Add 'em up
The beep gon' let me know
Think you too slick
Dippin' out
With hundred spokes
On this cruise ship
While you away
She draining balls
Like a pool stick

I hate all these muthafuckas
Still ain't shit
Hate me 'cause
I don't complain
And don't take shit
Hate me 'cause I'm one of one
And they basic
You can hate me
All the fuck you want hoe
I'm paid bitch

MASH ON U HOES (PROD. FUNKFINGER)

i can't sing for shit, bruh leave me alone

road trip (prod. marr woods)

my life, i think of it everyday
stay on my grind, you know i keep my paper straight
but this time i got to get away

the price that i pay, i gotta be alone
i don't care if you mad or if you take this wrong
can't wait on nobody, i gotta move forward
stayin true to my mission, the vision's so pure
ain't takin no shorts, that's something i won't do
you won't understand it now til i come back around
no askin' for handouts, might throw a discount
i done helped so many folks, i done let so many down

focus on me, gotta help myself now
addicted to cheese, the one carving it out
i'm a stranger like mike when i'm out in moscow
if you don't put yourself first, you see why you last now

look, i told you this would all happen (shit, but if you just put ya trust in me)

isolation season (prod. diva la' crybaby)

coulda been

3 Missed Calls (Feat. Soulzay)

DROP DEAD

tryna show you these vision from my got damn mind
wanna hold you and kiss you all the got damn time 
when i leave my house, always bringin’ the nine
better keep it tucked in case those feelings go flying 

we in chicago, we pull to a house 
shoulda saw the clue that she had a spouse 
told me loyalty wasn’t written in vows
when i heard the news, couldn’t wait to get out 

we in chicago, we pull to a house 
shoulda saw the clue that she had a spouse 
told me loyalty wasn’t written in vows
when i heard the news, couldn’t wait to get out

chicago (demo — prod. tommy martini)

sometimes I can’t help but feel as if i’m being played
nah my heart ain’t it, if i ain’t getting paid 
the ones you need to watch closest is the ones who gone smile in yo face
they don’t really give a damn, any offer, they’ll take   

I’m not asking for praise, but I move my own weight
I ain’t second to none, I define my own fate
keep it real lowkey, ain’t got nothing to fake
shit, let em talk, I’m leaving outta here without a trace
they was sleepin’ on the wave, it’s a lil too late to come back around, shorty stay in yo lane

she asked, “where shall we meet?”, I said “wherever I be”,
I don’t chase, I attract, that’s the player degree 
let it ride, real clean, like the seats in the V   

she asked “where shall we meet?”, I said “wherever I go”,
turn the lights real low but keep on your clothes
I’m tryna get you to understand me by the end of this song 

she asked “where shall we meet?”, I said “wherever I’m seen,”
I don’t go where I’m not pleased 
babygirl, that is not me

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