L.L.T. Songtext
von SINN6R

Lock down for a month, trim coming all mad
Looking like I just come fresh home
LLT, long live me, I can see another demon with me
Now she belling down my phone
I can tell you put pain in a cone
God keep telling her leave him alone
But the 6 stay rent free up in the dome
Making her moan but still hating my tone like
If the 6 on the line
Make the show turn Columbine Columbine
Leaving em dead
Stay for the bacon solving a debt
Who wanna bet my soul, live to regret
God complex like where?
I′m close from hating myself
Real killa hater
None of them are on me I can see the radar
Fuckin jawns that I'm after make her come last


Had a flame in the gaza but it weren′t twin no win
Happy ever after mixed in
Baby show me how low can it go
Take a breath
Take it slow
She ain't ever home
She be out sniffing white snow
Thinking that she's turning Mia Wallace, bless
I be taking more if i was honest
17 i was popping blue pills not in college
Grab that there, you can two′s this
I don′t want it
Quite ironic if you found another nigga like me
Do drugs like me
Fuck you just like me
If I talk about the others you won't take lightly, nah nah
Ex wanna best friend me, nah nah
Opps still want their checks on me, nah nah
If i walk up in the show
No glare from a hoe
Then it must′ve been mens only, nah nah

Lock down for a month, trim coming all mad
Looking like I just come fresh home
LLT, long live me, I can see another demon with me
Now she belling down my phone
I can tell you put pain in a cone
God keep telling her leave him alone
But the 6 stay rent free up in the dome
Making her moan but still hating my tone like
If the 6 on the line
Make the show turn Columbine Columbine
Leaving em dead
Stay for the bacon solving a debt
Who wanna bet my soul, live to regret
God complex like where?
I'm close from hating myself
Real killa hater
None of them are on me I can see the radar
Fuckin jawns that I′m after make her come last