King Los - I Do (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Now from my manicured hands to my totebag, I'm so bad My grammar, my vocab, my manners, my whole swag Dog, please, from my heart beats a story Leaving odds beat by large leaps, to God be the glory Your facade to me is boring Ain't a f**ing way that you could clown me I'm so hot, even summer play it cool around me I sweep the town like a king, baby, peep the crown Who else you know could tell a skyscraper, "Keep it down"? But that ain't bout sh**, my style just appear fresher I'm really bout this, my outfits is peer pressure Watch your mouth, b**h These ain't Guccis, they YSL But f**, if it was sh** on a stick I'd make it look fly as hell I say I got mo' pads, that's cribs for us to go tonight He say he got mo' pads, this n***a's on a motorbike But f** it, pop a wheelie, throw the deuce up If you pimping, tell your b**hes pop a pill and pull some juice up I'm too pumped on the track, I need to calm down I'm so over the top, I climb a mountain for the climb down Yeah, I said climb down, n***a, my work has just begun Why celebrate on top of a mountain if I ain't f**ing done? I'm the one, I be a ba*tard to a**ume You still'll be mountain climbing when I'm dancing on the moon Success loves to hide but I go seek Ever if I sat my pa**ion down, it would grow feet I'm talking walk, crawl, jog, n***a, run to me And I ain't gotta run game, it really run through me She said, "Ain't you Los? Well, what it do, n***a?" "You feel that breeze?" I said yeah boo-boo, I'm a cool n***a Now she stay in arm's reach; as far as she know I could stand on a beach and make a palm tree blow Speaking of blow, met this freak at the show Told her give me some head and She began to go She was geeking and blow, put it deep in her throat Titties and a** need to be on a pole Attempt to get high but she frequently low Picked a spot on the map and a weekend to go and we gone Body so soft and I'm blowing that strong Got me saying, "I do" like it go in this song I do, I do, I would, I will For your love, who should I k**? How good I feel, I k** myself I'm fresh to d**h, I feel myself You don't get it, feel myself? Fresh to d**h, I k** myself I'm still myself bro, who are you? b**h, you sound like so-and-so Rapping about such-and-such, I wish your motherf**ing flow would grow No chance n***a so watered down If you put him in the ground he'd probably grow plants Call it flowers for the dead Yeah b**h, I'm far out like I'm hours from the crib I heard when they get thick, you turn diva Me, I'm riding out, and I ain't making u-turns neither Bet you turn zero when them lions out there Take your stripes like a tiger, leave you lying out bare Hold up, wait a minute, n***a come back, I said Had to slow that down, had to speed that up Damn, I'm just freestyling, n***a, what the f** This sh** was over a long time ago But f** it, I said it's time to show These n***as that I care, I care I make home look good like I'm Ikea Damn n***a, this is my year, my year And it feels so good Say yeah baby, it feels so good I said, I'm singing to you motherf**ers I'm like a friend to you motherf**ers