(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)
Knock his fitted off like triple s
She on my dick cause I don't even text
And She think I got hoes then put me to the test LIKE DAMN
I'm in love with her breast (like damn)
She got her hand on my chest like damn
Black coupe and I feel like a raven
Took this girl to Decatur feel like Tan
Why she swear I'm her man? (Her man)
With the knock in my jeans I can't dance (can't dance)
Sipping tea in his hood like a Jah
I'll shoot a opp tour bus like Morant
Why the f*ck she keep talking about we
I could've sworn she never lived in France
BB buckle to hold up my
BB buckle to hold up my pants (my pants)
Too much Za (cough)
Danny gotta sell these Runtz
I got the Ricks yea the ones that say cunt
I'm not smoking no za but I'm keeping shit blunt
I'll never go on a date with a smut (ew)
Why she post Carti every first of the month? (yuck)
I'll never lie to my btch I'm up front
Sike nah that's like saying I linked up with Lunch
Why this bitch tryna go through my phone
Think she ET trying to come to my home outside and I'm never alone
She think she could break my heart it's chrome (Chrome Hearts)
Her ex nigga wear Vlone
I'm tougher then 4C hair with a comb
Every time I say richest out Brooklyn
She think of pop smoke lower your tone
(Just lower your tone)
Knock his fitted off like triple s
She on my dick cause I don't even text
& She think I got hoes then put me to the test LIKE DAMN
I'm in love with her breast (like damn)
She got her hand on my chest like damn
Black coupe and I feel like a raven
Took this girl to Decatur feel like Tan
Why she swear I'm her man? (Her man)
With the knock in my jeans I can't dance (can't dance)
Sipping tea in his hood like a Jah
I'll shoot a opp tour bus like Morant
Why the f*ck she keep talking about we
I could've sworn she never lived in France
BB buckle to hold up my
BB buckle to hold up my pants (my pants)
Luisss - Triple S Lyrics
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(And this beat from Cash not from YouTube)
Knock his fitted off like triple s
She on my dick cause I don't even text
And She think I got hoes then put me to the test LIKE DAMN
I'm in love with her breast (like damn)
She got her hand on my chest like damn
Black coupe and I feel like a raven
Took this girl to Decatur feel like Tan
Why she swear I'm her man? (Her man)
With the knock in my jeans I can't dance (can't dance)
Sipping tea in his hood like a Jah
I'll shoot a opp tour bus like Morant
Why the f*ck she keep talking about we
I could've sworn she never lived in France
BB buckle to hold up my
BB buckle to hold up my pants (my pants)
Too much Za (cough)
Danny gotta sell these Runtz
I got the Ricks yea the ones that say cunt
I'm not smoking no za but I'm keeping shit blunt
I'll never go on a date with a smut (ew)
Why she post Carti every first of the month? (yuck)
I'll never lie to my btch I'm up front
Sike nah that's like saying I linked up with Lunch
Why this bitch tryna go through my phone
Think she ET trying to come to my home outside and I'm never alone
She think she could break my heart it's chrome (Chrome Hearts)
Her ex nigga wear Vlone
I'm tougher then 4C hair with a comb
Every time I say richest out Brooklyn
She think of pop smoke lower your tone
(Just lower your tone)
Knock his fitted off like triple s
She on my dick cause I don't even text
& She think I got hoes then put me to the test LIKE DAMN
I'm in love with her breast (like damn)
She got her hand on my chest like damn
Black coupe and I feel like a raven
Took this girl to Decatur feel like Tan
Why she swear I'm her man? (Her man)
With the knock in my jeans I can't dance (can't dance)
Sipping tea in his hood like a Jah
I'll shoot a opp tour bus like Morant
Why the f*ck she keep talking about we
I could've sworn she never lived in France
BB buckle to hold up my
BB buckle to hold up my pants (my pants)
Knock his fitted off like triple s
She on my dick cause I don't even text
And She think I got hoes then put me to the test LIKE DAMN
I'm in love with her breast (like damn)
She got her hand on my chest like damn
Black coupe and I feel like a raven
Took this girl to Decatur feel like Tan
Why she swear I'm her man? (Her man)
With the knock in my jeans I can't dance (can't dance)
Sipping tea in his hood like a Jah
I'll shoot a opp tour bus like Morant
Why the f*ck she keep talking about we
I could've sworn she never lived in France
BB buckle to hold up my
BB buckle to hold up my pants (my pants)
Too much Za (cough)
Danny gotta sell these Runtz
I got the Ricks yea the ones that say cunt
I'm not smoking no za but I'm keeping shit blunt
I'll never go on a date with a smut (ew)
Why she post Carti every first of the month? (yuck)
I'll never lie to my btch I'm up front
Sike nah that's like saying I linked up with Lunch
Why this bitch tryna go through my phone
Think she ET trying to come to my home outside and I'm never alone
She think she could break my heart it's chrome (Chrome Hearts)
Her ex nigga wear Vlone
I'm tougher then 4C hair with a comb
Every time I say richest out Brooklyn
She think of pop smoke lower your tone
(Just lower your tone)
Knock his fitted off like triple s
She on my dick cause I don't even text
& She think I got hoes then put me to the test LIKE DAMN
I'm in love with her breast (like damn)
She got her hand on my chest like damn
Black coupe and I feel like a raven
Took this girl to Decatur feel like Tan
Why she swear I'm her man? (Her man)
With the knock in my jeans I can't dance (can't dance)
Sipping tea in his hood like a Jah
I'll shoot a opp tour bus like Morant
Why the f*ck she keep talking about we
I could've sworn she never lived in France
BB buckle to hold up my
BB buckle to hold up my pants (my pants)
Writer: Luis Grullon
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