lhls – codes lyrics
[hook]
i always make tracks pray 4 cash
fill up gas in the coupe driving fastdodge the boys in blue
versace bomber black she a snack make me slack
little hoe need her home 2 stay in control
im out chasing bags came from rags now my hands full of gold
i walked an intense road
i make my baby gag love the drool im a creep but she cool
talk in codes cuz we both closed
[verse]
do anything 4 my b+tch
shes a reason 2 get rich
u try do any harm
dump ur body in a ditch
i love thighs skinny thick
making money give me kicks
she drool all on my d+ck
then her face full of her spit
i remember back in class
sneaky touching on her ass
we couldn’t let them know
i was w another boo
even did sh+t in her room
that some sh+t we can’t undo
but i wouldn’t if i could
we were young & i craved fruit
[bridge]
i was failing school i said fuc this
i dropped out & sold dope 2 make music
got tattoos everybody said im stupid
so anywhere i went i was excluded
give a fuc cuz im rich & i drip now
gucci belt hugo boss on my sweatpants
& my b+tch never left never switched sides
ride or die bonnie clyde we have close ties
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