Letra Everybody's a bitch King Los

Everybody's a bitch

Yo, don't even ask me, your ho' in the backseat
I dove in it fastly
Oh she was nasty, inappropriate ass cheeks
I was hoping to actually
Fill her jaw with all my testicle ooze
Film it all and maybe text it to you
I'm feeling awesome, you should step in my shoes
I'm ill in Boston with the rest of my crew
You flexing on who? (who?)
Try to start a problem with a nigga then you gon' be stuck (gon' be stuck)
Somebody gotta end up on bottom, man I'm telling you it won't be us (won't be us)
Overly confident when I'm pulling up on women as I hold these nuts (oh he's nuts)
I talk a little gibberish then get inside that pussy with the OG thrust
I wrote this dope just hope it flows to pay off
Wrote this coast to coast provoking chaos
Folks suppose the closest clone is Adolf
Don't get close 'cause bones get broke and ate off (Yikes!)
Rocking all black like Batman, slap a nigga with a back hand
I'm swaggin' on all your motherfuckin rap clan
I see through you niggas like a CAT scan
I've been the truth since fourteen
Been on and always let loose with mo' steam
Lit like a nigga off juice and codeine
Breaking all laws, actin' rude to police
Bitch here's a nut, you can use for protein
Y'all niggas don't be producing no heat
I ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly
Fuck jewels and rollies
Bitch niggas all you below me

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me)
If you ask me (if you ask me), if you ask me (if you ask me)
If you ask me (if you ask me)
Everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take
Everybody a bitch if you ask me, but don't ask me
Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga)
Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga)
Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga)
Don't ask me nigga
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take
Everybody a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me)
That's real talk though, but don't ask me nigga

King
I'm about to do my shit, Hop
I'm about to do my Hip Hop where I rap
And where I got my studded flooded wristwatch
And fuck your bitch in Gucci flip flops
I get two groupies and I just watch
I make them bitches coochie lip lock
You think I'm awesome, Poppa's groovy
But this ain't a fuckin' movie give up with moving up the movie
If you're goofy I'ma make the fuckin' scripts swap
I'm at the tip top of my game though, and my chain glow
Like I found the gold at the end of the rainbow
I heard your girl take five then take five then take five more
Like Jackie, Tito, Marlon, Michael and Jermaine though
And that's your main hoe?
I heard he did the robot in the whole twat
The whole damn time you was thinking that whole thing lined
They had a looking like the Soul Train line
Choose up, elevate move up
Maneuver juice up you suck
Manure you suck, my newer use of dudes who exclude us
Including Judas fool we exude upper echelon, upper ask your [?]
Fuck it bet your broad that took off at your car
Sucker bet you'd call the cops, and cop a deuce
I cop a squad on niggas, cock a chop or two
Take the masses off [?] Jabbawockeez
Keep the ratchets on me, keep your ratchets off me
Keep your arches back, peep the acrobat
Niggas flip the script, peep how you pack and how you back
In caskets bastards won't you die?
That's it, once you lie I'll cut you off like you drop your black ass in acid
Won't you fry? Won't you buy a skirt and heels and twerk for bills
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me, haha
Yup and we the strongest boys
I done been considered the best for like the longest, boy
I got pissed off and hopped on the phone with Royce
"Yo, Los what up my nigga?"
"Mhm shit uh man I need a favor from the god"
"Nigga you the GOAT, nigga anything you need? What's good?"
"Okay then this won't be hard
I need that two minute unlimited of you and Eminem
Bad Meets Evil Sequel, Eye for an Eye, Fetty Wap, Masika
Secret Technique, street meets perfectionist, unique eclecticness (Royce!)
I need that why the fuck you Akademiks
Keep posting all the wackest rappers in gimmicks
I got a platinum plaque swagger [?] back in the day"
I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn, I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay
Just cashed a six figure check
That's called a fabulous day
Miraculous, practice this, after this
They gon' hashtag them and pray
But half of 'em tactic's my prey
I'm mackling passion to pass and surpassin' the Jay's
To Biggie and Pac's 'cause that's what they would want to give me the shot
Then Nas' gave us knowledge
Pun gave us puns ones they was done
They would want the one that was finna take it
Know you pussy niggas really finna hate it
This my inner sanctum, this ain't entertainment
And this shit a movie and they finna tape it
Morpheus, Neo, agents in the matrix
And it's ancient and it's painted on the wall of the pyramids
Fuck all y'all

'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me)
If you ask me (if you ask me), if you ask me (if you ask me)
If you ask me
Everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take
Everybody a bitch if you ask me, but don't ask me
Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga)
Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga)
Don't ask me nigga (don't ask me nigga)
Don't ask me nigga
'Cause everybody's a bitch if you ask me
I fuck around and take
Everybody a bitch if you ask me (if you ask me)
But don't ask me nigga

In case of that glisten in that glamour in that eye
I'm chasing that guap
I'm looking like Joe Budden chasing 'em kids with them cameras with rocks
Racing that clock
Plus I dress spectacular
Having an adverse effect gon' on wackness
Last verse leave headless rappers
Blast first ask questions have to said I don't ask no questions
I'm just like a terrorist
If I like her pics, my wife likes her dead
I only dig down bad ass black bitches
But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown
And aim straight for the white girl head (woah)
If she spanish I am papi
I prolly hypnotized her like the eye of Hopsin
Y'all guys, y'all been robbed a bunch of times
But not I, I am like Ryan Lochte
I kick down doors, true six mile boy
Part of a breed that never existed before
You the last of a dying copy
Here to shake the game with my vibration, uh
I used to dream about just making plane, paper, clean without traces
But now shit done changed, now I just make paper, plane like ROC Nation
If you niggas start with me
I leave you stiff as khakis with a starcher crease
Nigga the art is key
It's important to me you don't win against me
It's more to me than just business and jeef
It's more to me than just a Eminem beef
Even though these weirdos hard to please
I got Moses at my shoulder pointing going "He'da part the sea"
I don't wear no condoms, what the fuck a condoms
I don't trust no rappers, I don't fuck behind 'em
I go Kobe, Steph, LeBron and shoot my shot and
Hit it with no second sniffers
I only go for seconds at the bed and breakfast
Fuckin' and holla nothing and yelling "nothing promised"
That's 'cause I'm fuckin' hot as the Bahamas (whoo)
That's 'cause I'm hot as the Bahamas
I been makin' money hand over fist fast
I send your baby momma home with a condition
Called Land Rover whiplash
'Cause I let it go hammy 'til she drain my vehicle
Battery gave me like three or four cavities
She wearing edible panties
I got a being broke allergy, being local
Mortality don't resonate with a super human being
I used to shoot and spin
And keep shooting, now I'm doing shoots for spin in GQ
Ooh, tire marks skid
Roof's see through fly alcoholic
Rich dude re cruised
Crack a dollar on my wrist with these jewels
She said she love me, told the bitch "bitch me too"
This is what happens when you hear three kings on a track
My style is one of one and I'm the coming, wasn't shit before it
I sat in these sessions until I turn to rigor mortis
The architect of [?]
I'm not a dime, I'm off event
What I'm writing down just Don DeMarco raps
I'm wearing blue Jays and my ego flying through your Cardinal's hat
This freezing cartridge to heat your ass
Part your crack, lean your carcass then arch your back
Tell these artists it's hard to argue facts
Go see if the charts will market that
I got jabbling swag
Off to the races with bars fly
My only ultimatum is Mars
My bitch is the baddest, her ass is the fattest
She tatted with class, I take it for granted
I met her on Madison Ave, just to give her balance
Took her to the Radisson last
I just grab it and smash it then toss it
When bitches and niggas see me in person
They be just like when Calvin was walkin' in that Mickey D's commercial
Yeah, they see me working they're like "Hey, hey Ryan look like you're going to work" (Hey get money!)
But I ain't on my way to McDonalds, I'm spraying them lamas
Pop-pop-pop-pop
But nothing's fuckin' funny
Track back, jumpin' all I think about is who gon' pick up all this fuckin' money like Blac Youngsta
Weight lifting whippin' 850 with a license plate that say all y'all nigga's straight bitches