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King Los

Miss Me Freestyle

 

Miss Me Freestyle

(album: The Louis Vuitton Gift Pack - 2010)


Okay...
Born to be the nicest, you just idolize niggas
Flow so righteous I could prophesize scripture
They call me "Shooter" cause of how my lines hit ya
Headshots every time like a wallet-sized picture
Nigga, I was having dreams of foreign deep dishes
When Biggie was having dreams of fucking R&B bitches
I'm trying to write this move co-starring these riches
I'll be damned if I ain't walked so far in this britches like
I'm what bitches like, you're like what bitches are
And since life is a bitch, it seems a bit bizarre
That you don't have a life, the things in which you struggle with
Bore me, I'll prob'ly master twice, did I slave and sacrifice?
Is a slave's master white? We slaved so we mastered white
I wonder will we still stay fresh to death in the afterlife?
Pr-pr-probly not, so for now I'm thinking Bugatti drops
Every night to party hop, menage two hottie pop
My drop blue lollipop, you clock 'need you prob'ly cop [?]
If you watching you prob'ly cops, if you jocking you prob'ly cock
Riding and I go hard like I'm balling in the play-offs
Bitch, I'm going in like Carter when his J off
For me it's easy as a lay-up to get you laid off
Catch you while you laid up, then I let this 8 off
Yeah I'm on my Adolf, kill em on them 24′s
I'm Kobe when he took that 8 off and went to 24
Ironically I've mastered the 8 off of a 24
In other words a 16, damn that muhfucka Los
Yeah that muhfucka cold, grab that muhfucking Chevy
Gut that muhfucka out, dr-drop it muhfucking low
Bring that muhfucka out, ride that muhfucka slow
Like this muhfucking beat, unless of course yeah I go on
Incredible shit, instead of bullshit
Win championships then better forfeit, step into the pulpit
Breeze to the hood niggas then to the corporate
Lambo's, Ferrari's, Benz to the Porsche's
Money make the fucking world spin and it's gorgeous
Money make your fucking girl grin til you nauseous
Then it's the choices that end in divorces
So when you hear the revving from the engines in Porches
Gone muhfucka, this one deep go long muhfucka
Guess ya pimp game ain't strong muhfucka
Okay, farewell, so long muhfucka
Shooter in this bitch, boy need I remind you?
If I put you in a scope that don't mean I signed you
Rest in peace to this beat, haul it off and chalk it
I was all over this flow wall to wall carpet
SHOOTER

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