Letra de 'I Got You' de King Los

[Intro: Los]
There's something about
The way you do what you do
You know

[Verse 1: Los]
Her lipstick and her coupe is red
She get stupid bread
Bands a make her dance, least that's what Juicy said
She say these niggas suck, and all these bitches fake
But it's your birthday boy, long as I get this cake
Well I only have plans to drop them dollars then I'm out
Cause she know I keep them bands like a college in the south
Man she lay back, so chill, long hair, gold grill
I got the old school, it got gold wheels
You bust a dope move and then we go chill
Like hop in the whip, no toupee on
We can make a movie, no blu-ray on
Bitch Bad, no Lupe songs
And I'm a try to fix whatever you say wrong
Like these niggas try to hold me back
These bitches try to hold me back
Since when is that how the homies act
If your real you gotta show me that

[Bridge: Los]
All that shit she come from it, glad she end up dumb from it
See the money really gotta bitch numb from it
Nowadays nobody keep it one hunnit
Just do your thang, make your dough
Hit the stage, take the show
Keep ya space, from basic hoes
Shorty if you ever need a place to go
I got you

[Hook: The Weeknd]
I got you
I got you
I got you

[Verse 2: Los]
She the type of girl that's hated by her neighbors on the low
Said this whole world just so cold that she feels safer on the pole
She fuck with niggas that ain't shit, but that ain't it, so she like girls
But these hatin', fakin' bitches make her so sick she might hurl
She said, "They pretend to like me, they don't truly know me
Bands a make her dance, just like Juicy told me"
If you got that bag, she gon' drop that back
(If you got that bag, she gon' drop that back)
If you drop that stash, she gon' pop that cat
On the mother fuckin handstand, get it bitch
Don't stop, clock bread
Pop that, like French said
Tell basic bitches, drop dead
In your presence
Speaking of presence, this gift that I got in my hand
Go up in the air, you bustin' it open, I'm droppin' them bands, bands, bands

[Bridge: Los]
All that shit she come from it, glad she end up dumb from it
See the money really gotta bitch numb from it
Nowadays nobody keep it one hunnit
Just do your thang, make your dough
Hit the stage, take the show
Keep ya space, from basic hoes
Shorty if you ever need a place to go
I got you

[Hook: The Weeknd]
I got you
I got you
I got you