ฟังเพลง<3 (Explicit)

Song: <3

Artist: Lil Tracy, Bandmanfari, Lil Candy Paint

Lyrics: Lil Candy Paint, BandMan Fari & Lil Tracy

Composed: Ragu

Ragu

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I was so broke, I had to fix that (I had to fix that)

All my bitches fresh, I call 'em Tic Tacs (I call em' Tic Tacs)

I just want some head, I'm on fitted cap (Damn, damn)

Talkin' 'bout that bread, I ain't sharin' that (Nah) (Yuh)

You just like a running back

Damn, racin' to that check, I need a hunnid racks (I need a hunnid racks)

And baby girl, she came for sex, but I'm not into that (Nah)

I'm talkin' honest, big gleezy, it got kickback

I was so broke, I had to fix that (I had to fix that)

All my bitches fresh, I call 'em Tic Tacs (I call em' Tic Tacs)

I just want some head, I'm on fitted cap (Damn, damn)

Talkin' 'bout that bread, I ain't sharin' that (Nah) (Yeah, yeah)

I'm rockin' Saint Laurent, my bitch is speaking French

Black Vans, black Timbs

I'm ballin' out, hangin' off the rim (Ballin')

She callin' now, bitch I'm with your friends

My diamonds wet, everywhere I go I keep a life guard, just in case I drown (Just in case I drown)

If you my brother, I'm forever gon' be down (My brother, my brother)

Stay 10 toes, 'cause my brother in the ground (Yeah)

I was so broke, I had to fix that (I had to fix that)

All my bitches fresh, I call 'em Tic Tacs (I call em' Tic Tacs)

I just want some head, I'm on fitted cap (Damn, damn)

Talkin' 'bout that bread, I ain't sharin' that (Nah)

You just like a running back

Damn, racin' to that check, I need a hunnid racks (I need a hunnid racks)

And baby girl, she came for sex, but I'm not into that (Nah)

I'm talkin' honest, big gleezy, it got kickback

To my brother, please be careful, they got kickback

Whoa, don't move, they gon' pop him, like a Tic Tac

twins, and some bitches, I'm gon' hit that

You a bitch, don't give no fuss, gon' push your wig back

Talkin' left, talkin' shit, they don't like that

Diamonds on my face like Christmas, I'm the light man (Big facts)

Step out fresh, every time, like a white man

Pull up shootin' shit, hop out in a minivan

In New York, smokin' sour, got it from the land (No cap)

Hit the bank, that's my favorite place, don't need no friends (No cap)

In New York, smokin' sour, got it from the land

Hit the bank, that's my favorite place, don't need no friends