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King Los

Put You On To Game

 

Put You On To Game

(album: Zero Gravity - 2010)


Ayo, we cop shit, rock shit ya spouse might like
And cock shit that can see inside ya house like Skype
Niggas catch you in that mint BM with tin plates
And it's lights out like ten P.M. for inmates
You nice? A lil' bit, I Ikes and kill shit
The way Zero bringing heat, I might be Gilbert
Real shit, while you taking a crunch
My name's ringing so my chain swinging
Like a bullet taking your lunch
If I was broke you wouldn't hate me as much
Plus your girl want me to rip her guts out
Like I'm breaking the dutch
Rare flow, I spew fire coming with persistence
Zero, the new highest number in existence
Said I, young sir super fly
Compared to a guy, what, where, who and why?
Come stare suicide in the eyes
Cause my suicide doors make ya whore
Let me tear through her thighs
Got a bad yellow bitch with an enormous booty
Say I always duck her out like jury duty
Yeah she J-Lo pretty and Kimora snooty
But the bitch stay tripping like a horror movie
I Carrie's these bitches, they could never mean more
I put it in deep, give her something to Scream 4
I shove it down her throat like "Girl, that's all you"
Then made her eyes water until she Saw 2
She be fronting like a classy little thing
But I Know What She Did Last Summer
So she bett' not ask me for a Ring
I'm pimping, she know what the F it is
You wanna see somebody throw up green
Bitch, you better watch The Exorcist
See, my profession is Louie high topping
Drop topping, watch rocking, gwap clocking
Your profession is cop calling
Spot watching to deny balling
Shot stopping, cock blocking
My hobbies is bad bitches, grab riches
Black dishes on Maserati's my option
Ya hobbies is to snap pictures
Of trap niggas and have snitches
Talk to the feds stop jocking
This time I'm a properly do it You gotta be bored
Surrounded by squares like a Monopoly board
I know these haters want ya boy chalked
Cause it really ain't a game when
I'm staying at hotels at the board walk
Uh, yeah, and guess who the landlord?
Stand and ovate, J, gimme a hand for it
See the rent due, and we so vicious
You can charge it to the game with Zero interest
Bitch

done

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