Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LV , by - Unknown T. Song from the album Rise Above Hate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Unknown T
Song language: English
LV |
| Yeah |
| Remedee |
| Yeah |
| I’m the youngest plug on the block |
| Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock |
| Cut three nine bars down |
| After every round with a blade I chop |
| Three quarters a box and I’m whippin' the rock |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| I’m the youngest plug on the block |
| Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock |
| Cut three nine bars down |
| After every round with a blade I chop |
| Three quarters a box and I’m whippin' the rock |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Up in the bando with Donna |
| That woman is my favourite fiend |
| Eleven racks on two waps |
| And one of them came with a beam |
| I started my day with a bud of Gelato |
| And promethazine |
| My runner, he comin' to meet me |
| I’m smokin' a spliff by the sea |
| You can be my favourite girl |
| Gucci down to your trainers girl |
| Don’t fuck, just taste it girl |
| Make you feel like you’re famous girl |
| I’m still on that block with all the fiends out |
| Tryna live right |
| And I still rock with that Glock fifth |
| Or I walk 'round with my flick knife |
| I’m the youngest plug on the block |
| Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock |
| Cut three nine bars down |
| After every round with a blade I chop |
| Three quarters a box and I’m whippin' the rock |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| I’m the youngest plug on the block |
| Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock |
| Cut three nine bars down |
| After every round with a blade I chop |
| Three quarters a box and I’m whippin' the rock |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Don’t slip, that’s rule number one in the book |
| Whoosh, fling all my grub in the bush |
| Half of the time I’m the plug in the hood |
| Swoosh, wounds from your head to your bugs |
| OG’s get smoked, no Kush |
| Leather gloves on, this bark ain’t a woof |
| I would’ve took green like mush |
| More time, there’s food in the T, man push |
| I told this young boy go bank in the bando |
| But he got clocked with my rock, I’m sad, yo |
| Got a four fizz, not a pack of Tango |
| There’s a lot of bells in this spin like Django |
| Hands on the bruck, man clutch, that’s manual |
| Try know, anywhere man go, gang roll |
| All my young bucks wanna strike like Fernando |
| Pop, let him hop 'cah he does it like |
| I’m the youngest plug on the block |
| Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock |
| Cut three nine bars down |
| After every round with a blade I chop |
| Three quarters a box and I’m whippin' the rock |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| I’m the youngest plug on the block |
| Look at the Louis Vuitton when I rock |
| Cut three nine bars down |
| After every round with a blade I chop |
| Three quarters a box and I’m whippin' the rock |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |
| Straight drop 'til the yola locks |