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glorious sin - lsd lyrics

[part 1]
mike jack on i’m on my bad sh-t
this for my folks that never had sh-t
i’m from the school of hard knocks
ain’t even study much but still p-ssed wit my bachelors
get home schooled for my masters
by your chick, her brain good, she give me mad sense
f-ck that high end fashion
i’m in a white tee still my girl stacy dashin
got the game from my papa
learned early if she party all the time you better watch her
give you the coochi then she gotcha
for a couple michael kors and hand bag from prada

but i ain’t finna drop a dollar on her
sh-t i’m about to put a collar on her
and bring her -ss around my dogs to show her off
but also let them know she already got a owner

no disrespect it only rap guys
my new girl don’t like rap guys
she say they insecure as sh-t, until i gave that girl the d-ck
now it’s a wrap guys
she so indecisive
like alfalfa, boy i been the nicest
wait
let me pause, as the instrumental breathe, when it’s back i’m going extra isis

flow crazy like i’m off of lsd
like the devil walking earth, i’m h-ll-a free
f-ck what haters telling me
i’m the best you ever see, that’s no joke dog, i’m coming bills, bellamy
smoking out in public like it’s still the seventies
i rarely pray at night, but boy them dreams heavenly
they say that life’s a beach
well i’ll swim the seven seas
‘cuz the life i’m seeing now is feeling more alaskan-ly
wait my phone is
that’s your girl har-ssing me
i’m the sh-t, take a whiff, not febreze masking me
kindly ask your girl if she could stop attacking me
oh, and next time we cross, address me as your majesty
if i k!ll your dream, it’s just the way it had to be
i’m lobster, all you crabs in the crate ain’t grabbing me
i’m big, i take diesel for you n-ggas g-ssing me
i stevie wonder if this is the greatest show you’ll ever see

[part 2]
talking to my other women, bout my other other women, ‘cuz she in to other women
i’m raw dawg, i forget to wear a rubber in them
i don’t give a f-ck about a chick if she ain’t f-cking wit them
i’m iverson you tyron lou you don’t want nothing wit them
tall dreams, you columbus short, but still ain’t stomping wit them
them dimes come a dime a dozen, keep a dozen wit them
if i had a dime for every one wit no sense id have millions

- glorious sin lyrics

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