Ls by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics

[Hook]
L’s man I know you get em every fuckin' day
Every fucking how every fucking way
Looki'n at you man this shit is really cra
I don’t know how you could just
Sit back and take that many
L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s
You sit down you take the
L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s
You stand up and take yo L

[Verse 1]
Now I know every now and then you gotta take a L
But when I look at you nigga just a fucking fail
Oh Well, Oh hell they say every time you walk in
A straight jacket ought to be your best friend
Straight clumsy you little dummy nigga you funny
Lil bunny hopping of the walls shit
Took 4 Valiums and still ain’t calmed down yet
Got hit with the L, then that put his ass in check
But when he calm down, damn then he go to talkin'
He talk so much I told him that he needed to shut it
Kept talkin' talkin' talkin' so we all was like fuck it
Got hit with so many L’s couldn’t even say duck bitch
[Hook]
L’s man I know you get 'em every fuckin' day
Every fucking how every fucking way
Lookin' at you man this shit is really cra'
I don’t know how you could just
Sit back and take that many
L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s
You sit down you take the
L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s
You stand up and take yo L

[Verse 2]
You just failed, nigga work at taco bell
Another fail, cause yo job, you can’t even do it well
Another fail, you got fired, and yo baby mama left
Excuse me, another L, Your L’s worst than a fail
You cried over a hoe, at time
That’s why yo ass is broke, not a dime
She maxed 3 credit cards, now she is now living large
Penthouse with her own fucking 3 car garage
In that garage is yo ride or die nigga’s new car
They moved in together and they both living large
She copped the i8 like fuck it just because
Bought it for his birthday all you got was a fucking watch

[Hook]
L’s man I know you get em every fuckin' day
Every fucking how every fucking way
Lookin' at you man this shit is really cra'
I don’t know how you could just
Sit back and take that many
L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s
You sit down you take the
L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s, L’s
You stand up and take yo L
[Verse 3]
Now this is a story of a fuck nigga
Who was tryna talk some shit
It was about my best friend no I was not havin' it
Best Friend roasted his ass
He took the L and walked away
His friends felt bad they tried to come back for him
Now this this pussy ass bitch kept tryin' to talk shit
My and my fucking clique we was not fucking having it
We's finna bust on this build-a-bear head ass nigga
In the face, with some mace, till he cried and ran away uhh