Los – Pink Matter (Freestyle) Lyrics

Los - Pink Matter (Freestyle) Lyrics

Here’s the lyrics to the newest song by Los called Pink Matter. This track dropped a couple of days ago, in which you can read a little more info about the track. Listen and download the song below. Hit the jump below to view the lyrics to Pink Matter by Swagga Boy Los.

Download: King Los – Pink Matter (Freestyle)

I aint say nothin baby
Badboy shit, Los haha
Pay attention (please do)

I’m just here to announce that you’re now near cool nigga
The year of the cool nigga is back
Yeah, the cool nigga I’m rare
But rarely I feel a need to prove niggas is whack
Except for maybe this time, yeah maybe this rhyme
Will be a little different than the rest of em
Pay attention, this one of the best of em
The rest of em get too much rest, I’m restless
That’s less rest unless I get rest from this necklace
Or this reckless life that we live
To keep a nigga on some stress shit
Motherfuckin right, I think that I’m the best bitch
I had a talk with the sun like son
I son niggas’s like sunlight
Coming from the sun
He just said son, light one
Umm, could I, yeah, light up the world like a good idea
In the hood out here, it’s a lot of darkness
Lot of raining, l-l-lot of sparking, lot of aiming
Blap, blap, blap, blap, I’m talking whole blocks
Is going down like hoes tops,
In known bops, the chrome pops on niggas
Cause niggas don’t box
But will box a nigga, I miss my own pops
My own box of jewelry shines like good deeds
Indeed, the hood breeds, envy, the good seats
Entry, to bad soil, but keep it mad loyal, I feel bad for you
I’ma venus gorilla, dipped in Da Vinci
Were poor like a nigga who really could wheelie 10 speeds
Or 10 keys flipping, catching the fan’s attention
Cause niggas whipping 6 speeds, let this bitch breathe
Never too clever, move better, live different, do better
Big difference, 2 letters, dig this one
ID, I declare war on niggas
I see, a major lack of ID
There, fuck a place to ivy, here, one drip of this real shit
A trickle and fill, a whole village, so pop in a chill pill
We steal or go pillage, my Steelers go get em the steal a go with em like
Like feel the dope rhythm in your veins
Nigga I’m from murda, my nigga I’m familiar
You niggas unfamiliar, you niggas owe me big time
My nigga I should bill ya
Nigga I should build a mother fucking glass case
Cause these niggas can’t touch me in the last place
Nor in the first place, nor in the first way
Nor in a first verse, Porsche going skert, skert
Your hoe going slurp, slurp, short lil skirt, skirt
Your boy gon murk, murk,
I just kill everything
Now how the fuck you niggas kings if I just built everything
I just chilled everything, still everything, but on everything
Y’all niggas steal everything, what the fuck?
What the bucks got you doing your best
Impersonation of another nigga, that’s impersonating another nigga
Cause that nigga doing the best at the moment
Bitch I’m zoning, bitch it’s morning
Wake up, break up your mad face nigga, you mad face nigga
You back of the line ass last place nigga
Your car prolly ain’t got the gas straight nigga
And all my coupes on castrate nigga
I don’t mean to be mean
The Beamer seat green, the MCM black, my jewelry you see creaming
My Jeep you see screens, Stockton, Malone
You know, a little 2 door ain’t never hurt nothing
You ain’t never heard stunting like this
The niggas just like me, ain’t nothing like this
The niggas just like me, they ain’t nothing like this
Fronting this like ain’t hit your soul nigga
You lose control nigga, you fuck around with a nigga like me
Going down tonight, we’re going down tonight
And all my little bitches say, all my little bitches say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All my little bitches say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All my little bitches say, all my little bitches say
Yeah, ah, ah, ah, ah, say yeah baby, say yeah
See a nigga like me, a soul nigga, a soul nigga
You spell Los backwards and that’s sol nigga, oh nigga
On the low nigga, I rock too much low nigga
Oh shit, here I go, with another freestyle flow
Off the dome nigga,
The wrong nigga, the right nigga,
The left nigga get left there
Left tight, nigga if you fuck with me, that’ll be your last night
Nigga, that’s right, in the past life, I will ask Christ
Why are we here? Why do we fear?
The shit we don’t know
Eh I’m bout to go all day, kill em niggas
Like, but love it
I mean, it’s just different, go

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