Los – Angel In A New Dress Song Lyrics

So glad you took this time to listen man I’m more than grateful
I dedicate my everything to ya’ll, I’m over-faithful
In the world where everyone that love you, grow to hate you
My motive ain’t never to knock you it’s to motivate you
Damn, momma I love you and your glow is graceful
Notice I had to shout-you-out on something slow and tasteful
For my girl, I miss every minute I don’t embrace you
You better not never leave a n-gga, how I’m gonna replace you?
To my ballers getting money, thinking dough will make you
Chasing them hoes, just get your paper and them hoes will chase you
Don’t ever mention me with n-ggas I don’t relate to
I’m so driven boy, if you listening my flow’ll take you
You heard Los on ‘Freedom of Speech’, I think he going racial
Never that I’m just dropping olives, tryna flow-icate you
So in the midst of your troubles just keep going straight thru
You going straight, keep your chin up don’t let opponents rape you
And I give glory to God because I know what it takes to
For him to show a breakthrough you got to show him faith too
So I be more than faithful even though no one’s label wants to sign you,
Unless it’s a show that can go on cable

Uh, get off my dick hater, quit that old girl shit
City on my back, flip it till it some whole world shit
Now all the fly ladies screaming ‘you go boy’
All the backpackers screaming ‘we seen you on 2dopeboyz’
Damn no way that Nas ain’t sign you yet
You ain’t pressing the vinyls going viral yet
Yea huh, Guess how I spiral that, I can do all things through Christ
Homie you ain’t read the bible yet?
Now where all my rivals at, lets kick this disrespect off,
My flow move mountains, and ya’ll n-ggas need to step off
Like my step dad when he stepped and I was left off the right track,
But then I came right back and never stepped off
I’m just talking, I ain’t even rapping
Tell you what, let’s pretend this shit aint even happen
I take these niggas for a joke and I ain’t even laughing
So if I’m reaching for this pound, I ain’t even dapping
F-ck sleep I ain’t even napping
This shit was more like poetry but I ain’t even snapping
If my past couldn’t stop me what could?
The crown ain’t safe in the hood, whats good

Los – Angel In A New Dress Song Lyrics

LOS – American Gangsta Freestyle Lyrics

last time i hustle hard ‘cause rappers just p*ssy
in the crown they safe in the hood was ..

i get you my dough, get you this goal nigga
i nigga this slow, i’m pinching his nose hit it
no nigga .paint b*tches for this fly
.gonna ..the perfect ..for his ..
definition arm, i’m too jurasic, too ..
…do the ..don’t make me black
‘cause it’s ugly i’m back on my study
losing up the ..back to the …
make me flash back to the ..in the..
don’t make me relax…to the background

for me try to .. more bears
so i can get that rose on that 23 .. crown ain’t safe
so why you niggas screaming out you got next tell em
i say now … so keep ..
make you miss count attack when i step back
..before like .. like a three degree…
every time the kid..another coming talk about the kids
f*ck all your thing
it’s game time
i gotta flow to school…i ain’t b*tch….
‘cause i ain’t listen…i want the crown
you all understand that, f*ck around with the crown
..i run the town i ain’t chasing dream…
you can never be number two, so you see
i ain’t shitting you ..in your thoughts..take 2
no drama queen .. i don’t ..behind the scenes…fly…
when i was … all …
even when i ain’t drive …

Los – Reppin Lyrics

(Chorus)
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

(Verse 1)
LOS!
I’m out that back up, back up
Get away from the *blaka blaka*, get it straight
Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day,
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots,
Hustle all day, scream f-ck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas aint never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas aint never had a whole house
Lights off, red dude
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And its cold out, what the f-ck
Roll out, button up
Zone out, toughen up
No doubt, f-ck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat
Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets
Theres some things about my past that feel really incomplete
But if you stomping me to death you couldn’t kill me with the feet
I’m from Baltimore city aint nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don’t like it, we could fist fight

(Chorus)
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

(Verse 2)
Uh
Ok, I’m form where that drama come, around just like karma come
Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun
I’ve been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come,
So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I’m Carlton
I got the will to survive and they can’t live,
The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv
The Crown Aint Safe, yall niggas just dense
Yall want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince
Flip that shit, till I get that coupe
Hit that stripper to get that loot
Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup
Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down
I’m the big deal from a small town

(Chorus)
I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section
I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib
Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cuz you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

Kid Ink Feat. Los & Meek Mill – Feel It Lyrics

(Chorus)
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
Can you feel it?
You can turn me up
So you can feel it
You can turn me up
I got this bottle on me
Shots on three
Can you feel it?

(Verse 1– Kid Ink)
Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray
In the building like, this is where I stay
My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate
Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uuuh
Now let me see you shake your body off tempo
Your body so cold and I could see all of the symptoms
If you come into my section, aint even gotta mention
It’s about a couple bitches, bragging switchers on my n-ggas and we
Getting it, you should come and feel this
Live the sweet/suite life, need a filling/feeling
Take a hit, inhale then release
Got a pocket full of trees, baby we aint gotta leave ‘till u

(Chorus)

Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?

(Verse 2 – Los)
Lets go baby
I told her, honey how it feel?
If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you
In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh
My watch be wnking at you, my link be blowing kisses
Yea bitch I’m blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes
I’m swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow
My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow (CARMELO!)
I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard
If I post up on this, she’ll be sending you post cards
She love how f-cking a celebrity feel
I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel
I’m definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills
And we be rolling rolling blowing strong
Going going going, gone

(Chorus)

(Verse 3- Meek Mill)
Uh uh
Hoe you don’t feel it when I guess you parapelegic
Should I son (sun) a n-gga, it feels like I’m playing with Phoenix
And I’m balling with my shot like I’m Gilbert Arenas
And I’m breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus
Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up
Clothes stay hotter than furnish, they waiting on me like hurry up
Yea, I’m on the web like Charlie,
Don’t panic, don’t clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets
She’s like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti
t-t-taliking bout the game, in a pocket like polly
and all my niggas that he ride with, chrome
put that metal to your side like an iphone 4
and that’s when you

(Chorus)

Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321
Can you feel it?

Los – Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics

Same old shit, just a different day
I’m coming for the crown, the f-ck a n-gga say?
Los
And I’m the best rapper alive!

Before I pull up to the spot, you hear my coupe, dog
Look like I photshopped that bitch and took the roof off
Damn Los you go too hard
These rappers acting like Lebron, how you play with the Heat and scared to shoot dawg!
Rappers fake, it’s pathetic, matching them bets, taking my credit
N-ggas get blasted away and beheaded
Bitch that crown aint safe cuz I said it
I got my shovel I’m coming, don’t stumble
I got you a big f-cking tomb
I aint got no deal but I’m building a bedroom
Cuz I got some shit coming soon
Man I’m raining on them bitches, Travis Porter, turn them lights out
You beating round the Bush, like Travis Barker at the White House
I’m so deep in that top 5, I can’t find out the kid number
Jay gonn have to call big momma, Ye gonn have to call his big brother
They gonn have to have a discussion, Yea they best at discussing
Jay you better find that n-gga, go sign that n-gga, or smash his ass or do something, ugh
Magnificent is old, excellent is boring
Some n-ggas call this amazing, I call it this morning

All yellow diamonds in my purple drop
She give me brains I come to live, bitch I’m urkle pop
Think outside the box, I’m frozen beware
I’m packin that tray but I’m too cold to be square
Ice cubes is square, squares fit inside the tray,
The tray sits inside the box, here’s your lesson for today,
Ok, when you’re this cold and you ain’t in a nice mood,
you put square n-ggas in a box, ice cube.
I like sexy women, fast cars, nice views
Sexy women say you dress your ass off, nice shoes
‘These old things?’
She said ‘yes dear, but when did they come out?’
I’m like ‘bitch, next year!’
Note to the rap game ‘nobody call next here,
Or I’ma snap legs, stack bodies, break necks here’
And to XXL: ‘F-ck could a n-gga say?,
Yall did the same old shit, jus a different day’
Get this straight, I’m no Freshmen
More like the Principal, theres no question
Run this school and n-ggas don’t test him
But it’s the principle that I’m stressing
Question: ‘When yall talk about the best, how don’t you mention me?’
I aint on a bench, I’m the benchmark of my century
Eventually I’ma show you rappers just p-ssy
Cuz the crown aint safe in the hood, whats good?