Luv Aches by Kla$h (Rapper) Lyrics
[Intro]
Every single one of my brothers going crazy this year
We going so crazy
2022 ain’t gon’ hold us back at all
Shoutout Thomas
Bread boys
Real Sample on my f***ing face
[Verse]
Buss’ down sace’ ain’t got no time no more
F*** that I can’t be having em’ wasting my time no more
Sample my mask and my jacket my pants they don’t know that sto’
They don’t know where to go
Filling my blunt with that Timmy
No not oregano
Imma’ be rich like a Regan though
Do I get money? I reckon
(Yeah, I reckon, I reckon)
Do I get money? I spend it, I wreck it
Whip up the dope left right I rake it
Yeah I know love aches and I cannot take it
Yeah I love X and I might just take it
She swallow my meat, no not no bacon
Banana backwood and it’s full of Jamaica
(Banana backwood, full of Jamaica)
[Verse]
My bitch Jamaican
Take her on tropical, send a vacation
Real toxic boy I’m not satan
And I love when she drives that hellcat car
Sit back and chill, get real high, spin off a bar
I ain’t tryna’ sing at no bar
I need rolling loud
They sleeping on me now, what the f***?
Trapping I’m trapping do it every month
I need a Bentley truck go one-fifty
Coke boys I'm rocking air one fizzy
Pouring a three I get dizzy
Broke a** b**** get out of my DM’s, yeah get out of my mentions
[Verse]
They do not get what I’m saying
They do not get all these games that I’m playing
I’m tryna’ get to the bands that’s a plan
I got my group but girl we not a band
Doing these shows, feel like the man
I need that guap in my hand
I rocked Guess bubble last year, now it’s time to switch up
I need that Arc’teryx zip up
(Real Sample on my f***ing face)
Every single one of my brothers going crazy this year
We going so crazy
2022 ain’t gon’ hold us back at all
Shoutout Thomas
Bread boys
Real Sample on my f***ing face
[Verse]
Buss’ down sace’ ain’t got no time no more
F*** that I can’t be having em’ wasting my time no more
Sample my mask and my jacket my pants they don’t know that sto’
They don’t know where to go
Filling my blunt with that Timmy
No not oregano
Imma’ be rich like a Regan though
Do I get money? I reckon
(Yeah, I reckon, I reckon)
Do I get money? I spend it, I wreck it
Whip up the dope left right I rake it
Yeah I know love aches and I cannot take it
Yeah I love X and I might just take it
She swallow my meat, no not no bacon
Banana backwood and it’s full of Jamaica
(Banana backwood, full of Jamaica)
[Verse]
My bitch Jamaican
Take her on tropical, send a vacation
Real toxic boy I’m not satan
And I love when she drives that hellcat car
Sit back and chill, get real high, spin off a bar
I ain’t tryna’ sing at no bar
I need rolling loud
They sleeping on me now, what the f***?
Trapping I’m trapping do it every month
I need a Bentley truck go one-fifty
Coke boys I'm rocking air one fizzy
Pouring a three I get dizzy
Broke a** b**** get out of my DM’s, yeah get out of my mentions
[Verse]
They do not get what I’m saying
They do not get all these games that I’m playing
I’m tryna’ get to the bands that’s a plan
I got my group but girl we not a band
Doing these shows, feel like the man
I need that guap in my hand
I rocked Guess bubble last year, now it’s time to switch up
I need that Arc’teryx zip up
(Real Sample on my f***ing face)