Luclover - L$D lyrics
[Luclover - L$D lyrics]
Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up
And she look bad in the Maybach truck
Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up
LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue
Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss
Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must
Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much
Gotta couple back home
And they picking up dust (Woah, woah, woah)
Whole lotta racks in the bust down
Went and copped ten, then I went and got
Psh, I'm up
Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib
Wanna eat me up
Back of the 'Bach, she a slut
Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (Woah)
Said she want love, but this bitch want lust
(Woah) kam came home, caught a body
Then he went got his hit money
Went and got rich like us (Uh)
Damn i be lookin like "Damn, what the fuck?"
We pull up in that i8, that Roadster
That Cullinan
We gon' pop out in a truck (Woah, woah)
Blue tint windows, I'm fuckin' it up
Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up
He had made lotta money
Then spent it on jewelry
Now that lil' boy outta luck
We gon' put that lil' boy in a hearse
It's like twenty-five racks for a verse
Shit like twenty-five racks for her purse
Pull out twenty-five racks, I'ma splurge
Bitch it's me, give a fuck what you heard
(Woah)
All this money coming, it can't hurt (Woah)
Like it's London, no Tipton
I'm just Scottie Pippen
I fuck 'round and pop me a Perc' (Oh, woah)
Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up
And she look bad in the Maybach truck
Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up
LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue
Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss
Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must
Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much
Gotta couple back home
And they picking up dust (Woah, woah, woah)
Whole lotta racks in the bust down
Went and copped ten, then I went and got
Psh, I'm up
Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib
Wanna eat me up
Back of the 'Bach, she a slut
Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (O oh)
Said she want love, but this bitch want lust
(Woah) kam came home, caught a body
Then he went got his hit money
Went and got rich like us
And she look bad in the Maybach truck
Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up
LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue
Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss
Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must
Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much
Gotta couple back home
And they picking up dust (Woah, woah, woah)
Whole lotta racks in the bust down
Went and copped ten, then I went and got
Psh, I'm up
Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib
Wanna eat me up
Back of the 'Bach, she a slut
Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (Woah)
Said she want love, but this bitch want lust
(Woah) kam came home, caught a body
Then he went got his hit money
Went and got rich like us (Uh)
Damn i be lookin like "Damn, what the fuck?"
We pull up in that i8, that Roadster
That Cullinan
We gon' pop out in a truck (Woah, woah)
Blue tint windows, I'm fuckin' it up
Choppa on me, I'm bussin' it up
He had made lotta money
Then spent it on jewelry
Now that lil' boy outta luck
We gon' put that lil' boy in a hearse
It's like twenty-five racks for a verse
Shit like twenty-five racks for her purse
Pull out twenty-five racks, I'ma splurge
Bitch it's me, give a fuck what you heard
(Woah)
All this money coming, it can't hurt (Woah)
Like it's London, no Tipton
I'm just Scottie Pippen
I fuck 'round and pop me a Perc' (Oh, woah)
Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up
And she look bad in the Maybach truck
Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up
LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue
Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss
Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must
Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much
Gotta couple back home
And they picking up dust (Woah, woah, woah)
Whole lotta racks in the bust down
Went and copped ten, then I went and got
Psh, I'm up
Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib
Wanna eat me up
Back of the 'Bach, she a slut
Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (O oh)
Said she want love, but this bitch want lust
(Woah) kam came home, caught a body
Then he went got his hit money
Went and got rich like us