Los – Love It Lyrics

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Verse 1: Los
Ok now this one from the bottom I need no top on my Bentley
And no tops on these bitches they give more top evidently
I'm not the type of nigga to put dames over my scrilla
I'm tryin' to get this change and fly a plane over my villa
Illa', fresha', cooler, smoother, doper, chilla'
Is everything that I am and you mad cause you "no familia"
And boy I'm out that jungle with them lions tigers bizz-ears
No lyin' when I'm flyin' I want my entire clique there
Would you like to let your hizz-air, down and enjoy some champagne
Majuana? Patron and Ciroc don't stizz-op so do your damn thing
Hey, anywho, hit me with your Jimmy Choo
If anything shorty we can get you any shoe
Yea you hella bad and your friend she can get it too
We can sip a few, tell a nigga what you finna do
I'm dippin' through with my roof way back
Swag high like a nigga with a new Maybach
We can ride this bitch till the wheels fall off or the freeway crack
I'm a G laid black
True G shit girl ... spent two G's on Gucci shit
Swagged up from the hat to the kicks
My G I really do this shit

Chorus: Los
Oh yes all my diamonds sexist, so don't no nigga touch it
And bitch don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget
Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to fuck it
And all these niggas hate it, but all these bitches love it
All these bitches love it
I said all these bitches love it
And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it
So love it, love it, love it

Interlude:
You know she like the boys that hold the block down, creamed up
Something outside with the top down, gleamed up
OG Kush by the pound when we lean up
And all these bitches love it (all these) all these bitches love it

Verse 2: Los
Oh yea all them niggas hate it, but all them niggas dated
And by that I mean outdated, I got all them niggas faded
Like a barber, I will son you, but you act more like a daughter
Bitch I'm farther, just so far that I recorded this tomorrow
Just don't bother boy it's hopeless, I know I'm the dopest
Ever seen a swag so potent you could roll it up and smoke it
Chokin' on your hatred, we joke you for that fake shit
I almost owe my fame to those that don't want Los to make it
Nigga I'm the one, can't a motherfucker test 'em
If I stood next to myself it would make the number eleven
If I'm standing next to you then that would make the number ten
While I take this number two, my nigga thank you come again

Chorus x2:
Oh yes all my diamonds sexist, so don't no nigga touch it
And bitch don't watch my Rose, cause those ain't in your budget
Now shorty bust it open, like she want me to fuck it
And all these niggas hate it, but all these bitches love it
All these bitches love it
I said all these bitches love it
All these bitches love it
Yea man all these bitches love it
And you don't have to like it, but you know how I does it
So love it, love it, love it

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