L’s Songtext
von SadBoi

(L-L-LB)
You don′t know

L to the face, knowin' that you lost me kindly
Got your first bad bitch and you moved too slimy
Lost all respect when I got to see your standards
You fuck anybody just so you can feel like a man, huh?

I′m facin' L's, only ones that′s mixed with grabby
I′m a Western ting, huh, boy, don't mind her
L to the face, screens that′ll feel your damage
L to the face, yeah, we've received your message

Whole lotta L′s, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L′s
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta - (L's), uh
Whole lotta L′s, baby, hold up an L
Whole lotta L′s, baby, whole lotta -


Hold up an L when I L, when I make it a W
You tell me to go, and I go, and I really won't trouble you
Chase the jimmy, if you sleep with my pillow, it really will smother you
If my boy′s in a pickle, I help him, that's what a brother do

Think I made all of my labels a million
I need a pretty Brazilian, I got the keys to the city, I′m Killian
Snake in my circle, my friend a reptilian
Season out, I'ma show them what′s really in, yeah
Laugh at my pain 'cause the story the silliest
Scary loss I took, it was hideous

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L′s, whole lotta L′s
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta - (L′s), uh
Whole lotta L's, baby, hold up an L
Whole lotta L′s, baby, whole lotta -

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L′s, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta -
Whole lotta L′s, whole lotta L′s, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L′s, baby, whole lotta -
Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L′s, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L′s, baby, whole lotta -
Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L′s