L.T.S. Lyrics

L T S (Bitches)

L T S (Hoes)

L T S (Bitches)

L T S (Hoes)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

Yeah, it's called hypergamy

That's why you never heard of me

It's never hurting me

Cause I live every word of me

This is emergency

I'm done with all you curbing me

My style is burglary

They calling me the king of hearts

I do anatomy

I'm knowing every single part

Feel like a tragedy

Cause you ain't been here from the start

I am your majesty

My kingdom live inside my art

Move like a sharpie

Everywhere I go I leave my mark

Cooking water had to boil it on my stove top

Like every bubble in that water

I for sure pop

No soda, little green like Yoda

People that I run into

Keep saying I won't hold you

Ya shit is hot, I say that's crazy

I said the same thing to my old lady

Don't you play me, this my baby

Go and surf the internet I keep it wavy

L T S (Bitches)

L T S (Hoes)

L T S (Bitches)

L T S (Hoes)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

I leave them sprung (You know)

I leave them sprung (That's right)

Yeah, heart cop a cardiac arrest

Godfather I'm needing you to confess

Top shelf I made through all the stress

Low stats but balling like I'm the best

Hands on both of my pec's, open up to a S

Never having regrets, learning from every test

Cleaning up every mess, doing everything less

I'm a skinny man give this man room

Made a hit everywhere from bedroom to living room

Why standing on the wall holding on your balls

Got a bunch of pretty women waiting on my calls

Free throws, you knowing that I'm a need those

Sitting at the end of the bench both my knees froze

Call me Westbrook, that's OKC

No KD, okay me

Make 'em all want to sing do-re-mi