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esquire & lord godly - rated r lyrics

[verse 1: esquire]
why you think they call me esquire?
spit the best fire
i’m a check writer
i don’t text liars
gun sing like the best choir
in the street like some flex tires
lord godly the plug then i’m the best buyer
you can hang it up like a fresh flyer
straight out of the printer
flow colder than winter in december
make you remember, i’m the champ you’re a contender
this my club and you just a member
eat the beat like dinner
she want a winner, you a beginner
give her d no defender
i’m a master like splinter
to your block like cinder
pull it out and they all turn to sprinters
my pockets fat your’s thinner
i’m a wet him up like a swimmer
my bars burn yours simmer
and you know i’m in the center
and he angry like spencer
bars rated r uncensored

[verse 2: lord godly]
why you think they call me lord godly?
cuz’ god sees a young n-gga that they ain’t stopping
and i be the n-gga that n0body can copy
and i see n0body tryna lock these
diamonds tryna’ flaunt these
your girl on knees like a baseball catcher
she wet like a pool
she tryna get these black b-lls
and i hit her with this d-ck
give her this stick
i’m a 8 ball master
the girl you work hard trying to get got my dm’s boomin’
i bought yo house
and i made you stay
i better not ever see you moving
i see them cruising
i need them proving
i let my days go by like my b-tch sucking d-ck
and she about to eat my side b-tch out
i got yo -ss so bad that
i’m sorry my n-gga
but you might not ever ride this out

- esquire lord godly lyrics

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