"<3" lyrics
lilbootycall, Astrus*, M3MO & Ciscaux Lyrics
(lilbootycall)
Okay, ten years in, man, I feel like a veteran
Maison Margiela stamps, go ahead and just let 'em in
Everybody knows Astrus* went and made him a ticket
My whole song went viral, man, not just the snippet
Bad bitches at the shows, cameras up and they flick it
Amex sliding, eyes closed, walk in and I pick it
Went and started a new band, fucked me a few fans
Sold an old song and got me some new bands
I bought everything I wanted, I bagged every girl wanted
New me, better man, yeah, we can go and run it
I got nothin' prove, I got nothin' to lose
Lookin' at my life like it could've been you
But it ain't, nah, it ain't
It's just me and the team off the paint
It's just us, that's just us
It's just me and the team making funds, lil' bitch, like, what
Yeah, let me guess, you wanna fuck? (Yep)
Story of my life, know it's boring, then it's right
If you wanna drink with me, then we pouring it all night
Baby, you should come and see that's there glory in the fight (Aye, aye, aye)
Copenhagen visions, what you want? (Aye, aye, aye)
Gucci, YSL, that Saint Laurent (Aye, aye, aye)
Or that avant-garde, I'm a savant (Aye, aye, aye)
Heard your ex a goofy like Toehan (Aye, aye, aye, smack)
I'ma beat that boy's ass when I see him (Lil' bitch)
He save all that tough talkin' for the DM (Talk, talk)
Barracudas bite down in the deep end (Like what?)
First off, why you talk to women like that?
Second off, why you car's got a boot on the back?
Lot of bands and we know that you ain't got it like that
I flew in to the birds and went straight to the trap
I got magic rhythm, watch 'em movin' to the hi-hat, like (Ayy, ayy, uh)
I want my drink with no ice (Fuck ice, bitch)
Yeah, I like my girls mean (Fuck a nice bitch)
She said, "Go 'head, turn it up" (Yeah, I like it)
Brown girls to the front (Fuck a white bitch)
This that shit that killed Whitney (Frr) and I ain't talkin' powder
Know some real life youngins that'll risk it for some power (What?)
I'm rollin' up sweets and smokin' on sour (Frr)
I can get you what you need, I'm more connected than a router (Haha)
My ex-girl keep poppin' up, new girl too popular
My whole life a fantasy, saw through an Oculus (What? What?)
She be high on life, you would think that she was molly'd up (You would think)
They been gettin' bags, we've been gettin' this shit tallied up
Huh, but we got sticks like the Navy
Fuck you, pay me, I used to shop at Macy's
Now I'm too sick like I got rabies
Find it crazy, now I'm back in this shit like (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Okay, I pull up in that coke white
Stop talkin' 'bout your man, what that throat like?
And I ain't tryna have sex, got my dough right
And she's sayin' I'm the best, girl, you're so right
Okay, fuck it, blow a bag for no reason
See me out in public and they can't believe it
She say, "Go to Hell, boy" like I'm Lil Peepin'
I ain't no Jackson, but she say, "Michael, beat it"
This Dolce, baby, not Dolce
And my girl got a girl, she go both ways
All my diamonds yellow and I ain't talkin' Coldplay
She want my second baby, baby girl, no way
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, what I'm dressed in
She just got engaged, but we been sexin'
And I ain't check in, ain't no second guessin'
Shit ain't been the same, bitch, ever since I stepped in
Cool
Okay, ten years in, man, I feel like a veteran
Maison Margiela stamps, go ahead and just let 'em in
Everybody knows Astrus* went and made him a ticket
My whole song went viral, man, not just the snippet
Bad bitches at the shows, cameras up and they flick it
Amex sliding, eyes closed, walk in and I pick it
Went and started a new band, fucked me a few fans
Sold an old song and got me some new bands
I bought everything I wanted, I bagged every girl wanted
New me, better man, yeah, we can go and run it
I got nothin' prove, I got nothin' to lose
Lookin' at my life like it could've been you
But it ain't, nah, it ain't
It's just me and the team off the paint
It's just us, that's just us
It's just me and the team making funds, lil' bitch, like, what
Yeah, let me guess, you wanna fuck? (Yep)
Story of my life, know it's boring, then it's right
If you wanna drink with me, then we pouring it all night
Baby, you should come and see that's there glory in the fight (Aye, aye, aye)
Copenhagen visions, what you want? (Aye, aye, aye)
Gucci, YSL, that Saint Laurent (Aye, aye, aye)
Or that avant-garde, I'm a savant (Aye, aye, aye)
Heard your ex a goofy like Toehan (Aye, aye, aye, smack)
I'ma beat that boy's ass when I see him (Lil' bitch)
He save all that tough talkin' for the DM (Talk, talk)
Barracudas bite down in the deep end (Like what?)
First off, why you talk to women like that?
Second off, why you car's got a boot on the back?
Lot of bands and we know that you ain't got it like that
I flew in to the birds and went straight to the trap
I got magic rhythm, watch 'em movin' to the hi-hat, like (Ayy, ayy, uh)
I want my drink with no ice (Fuck ice, bitch)
Yeah, I like my girls mean (Fuck a nice bitch)
She said, "Go 'head, turn it up" (Yeah, I like it)
Brown girls to the front (Fuck a white bitch)
This that shit that killed Whitney (Frr) and I ain't talkin' powder
Know some real life youngins that'll risk it for some power (What?)
I'm rollin' up sweets and smokin' on sour (Frr)
I can get you what you need, I'm more connected than a router (Haha)
My ex-girl keep poppin' up, new girl too popular
My whole life a fantasy, saw through an Oculus (What? What?)
She be high on life, you would think that she was molly'd up (You would think)
They been gettin' bags, we've been gettin' this shit tallied up
Huh, but we got sticks like the Navy
Fuck you, pay me, I used to shop at Macy's
Now I'm too sick like I got rabies
Find it crazy, now I'm back in this shit like (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Okay, I pull up in that coke white
Stop talkin' 'bout your man, what that throat like?
And I ain't tryna have sex, got my dough right
And she's sayin' I'm the best, girl, you're so right
Okay, fuck it, blow a bag for no reason
See me out in public and they can't believe it
She say, "Go to Hell, boy" like I'm Lil Peepin'
I ain't no Jackson, but she say, "Michael, beat it"
This Dolce, baby, not Dolce
And my girl got a girl, she go both ways
All my diamonds yellow and I ain't talkin' Coldplay
She want my second baby, baby girl, no way
Raf Simons, Rick Owens, what I'm dressed in
She just got engaged, but we been sexin'
And I ain't check in, ain't no second guessin'
Shit ain't been the same, bitch, ever since I stepped in
Cool
