Los – A Milli Lyrics

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[Produced by Bangladesh]

I'm slick and I'm fly, I'm fly and I'm slick
So slick I could fly like oh my God, I'm flyin oh shit
Am I slicker or flyer don't know, I'm trying to pick
But if I kill you while your driving you'll be ghostriding your whip
I whipped your girlfriend, Now her and her girlfriend both ridin my dick
My flow so ill I told the doctor help me I'm dyin I'm sick
Stizzick a nizzedle that mean I'm, supplying some shit
Dope as heroin, Every word I'm sayin get you high as a bitch

High as a brick fallin from the towers
Now I'm ballin on them cowards
So hard NBA commissioners gon' call me any hour
Sour face dem coward haters, Fuck dem niggas
Now I'm racist, Give em 40 cal. abrasions

Now I'm facin, Allegegations
Dick her then I cum, Sicker with the words
Wiggle with a verse, Quicker with a trigger hit a nigga first
If he get us hurt, Lift him in a hearse
Stick 'em in the dirt, Ditch him then I murk

In the kitchen with the work
Den I be whippin round that pop, Like I'm whippin coka ain't I
I'm a lion from the jungle, No heyena
Both my ninas, Get em in a jam
Stick em in a van, Hit em with the blam
Think a nigga playin, Think he give a damn
Squeeze the trigger, Blam
See the nigga ran, sweet as Peter Pan
Leave 'em with a tan, See the beater man?
I beat 'em with the hands
Oh momma sorry, I don't want no drama from these cats
If I pull my Glock up on ya, You'll run like Barack Obama
If we beefin bring ya armor fo' I knock a pothole
Take dat beef, Bring some shells and make a fuckin taco out you

See if it's not clear nigga, It's my year nigga
These other rappers cool, But this shit rite here nigga

Ya ain't tellin Los shit, I'm so outta dis world I make telescopes squint
Shit I just wanna ball with no drama
Black face presidential rollie call it Obama
Oh momma, I'm so sick they tell doctors
She rubbin on my seats like she never felt ostrich
My roof in the trunk like it's bein held hostage
My links so juicy fat people think they smell sausage
And I don't mention you clowns
You niggas wouldn't shoot a tech you caught intentional foul
I pick a new town, Trick a few thou
Make my wrist like a blizzard blue, blew Pikachu round
You kiss and you clown, Niggas done beat ya chicken to the gizzards wow
I'm bout to slide it to a level where I'm hotter than the devil
Cause ya ridin with a rebel like da rocks that's in my bezzle
I'm a shine, I'm grindin with my metal everytime
In my mind never settle for a dime
I'm petty with my metaphors, To rhyme I'm a climb
I'm better than my predators outwit em every time
Count every president that ever did it hyper irrelavant I recite em in my line
I don't give a fuck about these niggas or the cops, Tryna spend a buck and put spinners on the drop
And it's cold as fuck every winter on the block
So you know what's up wen I'm aimin at ya spot
Give it up smooth or ya gonna get shot

I'm da kid dats movin on ya block
I think it's been proven Los is hot
Let's get shit movin, I'm focused biotch!

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