Текст песни L.T.S. - MA$ MAN

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