King Los - Everybody's A b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Hopsin] Yo, don't even ask me, your ho in the backseat I dove in it fastly Oh she was nasty, inappropriate a** cheeks I was hoping to actually Fill her jaw with all my testicles woos 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 n***a then you gon' be stuck Somebody gotta end up on bottom and I'm telling you it won't be us Overly confident when I'm pulling up on women as I hold these nuts (oh he's nuts) I talk little gibberish then get inside that p**y with the OG thrust I wrote this dope just hope it flows to pay off Wrote this coast to coast provoking chaos Folks are 'posed to close its clone that's ate off Don't get close 'cause bones'll broke and aid off (nice) Rocking all black like Batman, slap a n***a with a back hand I'm swaggin' on all your motherf**in rap clan I see through you n***as like a CAT scan I've been the truth since fourteen Been on and always let loose with more steam Lit like a n***a off juice and codeine Breaking all laws, actin' rude to police b**h here's a nut, you can use for protein Y'all n***as don't be producing no heat I ride the beat smooth and cruise it slowly f** j**els and rollies b**h n***as all you below me [Hook: King Los] 'Cause everybody's a b**h 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 b**h if you ask me I f** around and take Everybody a b**h if you ask me, but don't ask me Don't ask me n***a (don't ask me n***a) Don't ask me n***a (don't ask me n***a) Don't ask me n***a (don't ask me n***a) Don't ask me n***a 'Cause everybody's a b**h if you ask me I f** around and take Everybody a b**h if you ask me (if you ask me) That's real talk though, but don't ask me n***a [Verse 2: King Los] King I'm about to do my sh**, Hop I'm about to do my Hip Hop where I rapped unware I got my studded flooded wristwatch And f** your b**h in gucci flip flops I get two groupies and I just watch I make them b**hes coochie lip lock You think I'm awesome pop some groovy But this ain't a f**in' movie give up with moving up the movie If you're goofy I'ma make the f**in' scripts swap, I'm at the tip top From the game though, got my chain glowed 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 s** Manure you s**, my new [?] use of dose who exclude us Including Judas fool we exude upper echelon [?] up ask your moms f** it bet you bra then tuck it bet you'd call s**er bet you call the cops, and cop a deuce I cop a squad on n***as, co*k a chop or two Take the ma**es off [?] and Jabbawockeez Keep the ratchets on me, keep your ratchets off me Keep your [?] back, peep the acrobat n***as took the script, peep how you pack and how you back In caskets ba*tards won't you die? Won't you lie I'll cut you off like you drop your black a** in acid Won't you fry? Won't you buy skirt and heels and twerk for bills 'Cause everybody's a b**h if you ask me haha Yep and we're 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 n***a?" "Mhm sh** uh man I need a favorite from the god" "n***a you the GOAT, n***a 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 [?] (Royce!) I need to know why the f** you Akademics Keep posting all the wackest rappers in gimmicks I got a platinum plaque back in the day" I be bumpin' Fab' in Brooklyn I be bumpin' Fab in the Bay Just cashed a six figure cheque That's called a fabulous day Miraculous, practice this, after this They gon' hashtag them and pray But half of 'em tags is my prey I'm mackling pa**ion to pa** and surpa**in' the Jay's To Biggie and Pac's 'cause that's what they'd won't 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 p**y n***as really finna hate it This my inner sanctum, this ain't entertainment And this sh** 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 f** all y'all [Hook: King Los] 'Cause everybody's a b**h 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 b**h if you ask me I f** around and take Everybody a b**h if you ask me, but don't ask me Don't ask me n***a (don't ask me n***a) Don't ask me n***a (don't ask me n***a) Don't ask me n***a (don't ask me n***a) Don't ask me n***a 'Cause everybody's a b**h if you ask me I f** around and take Everybody a b**h if you ask me (if you ask me) But don't ask me n***a [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9] 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 a** black b**hes But I'm quick to flip like Chris Brown And aim straight for the white girl head (woah) If she spanish I ain't 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 I used to dream about just making plane, paper, clean without traces But now sh** done changed, now I just make paper, plane like ROC Nation If you n***as start with me I leave you stiff as khakis with a starcher crease n***a 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 f** a condoms I don't trust no rappers, I don't f** 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 f**in' and holla nothing and yelling "nothing promised" That's 'cause I'm f**in' 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, gets roof See through fly alcoholic Rich dude re cruised Crack a dollar on my wrist with these j**els She said she love me, told the b**h "b**h 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 sh** 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 When I'm writing down just Don DeMarco raps I'm wearing blue Jays and my ego flying through your cartons head This freezing cartridge to heat your a** Part your crack, lean your carca** 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 b**h is the baddest, her a** is the fattest She tatted with cla**, 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 b**hes and n***as 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 "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 But nothing's f**in' funny Track back, jumpin' all I think about is who gon' pick up all this f**in' money like Blac Youngsta Weight lifting whippin' 850 with a license plate that say all y'all n***a's straight b**hes