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ibn inglor - lordy lord av lyrics

[verse 1]
balenciaga so cold n-gga
givenchy shirts, but what its all worth?
joy to the heart, i afford what i can, cause it’s all that i got
money and the clothes that be all on my back
and a couple real n-ggas, flooding the trap
with a couple real b-tches like, with a couple real b-tches like
endorse my raps cause of course i’m it
these n-ggas talk light, i enforce, inter-course
with a b-tch, give her pipe, give it right
let her know this, ibn nice in the night
talk what i want cause i back what i speak
n-ggas talk sl!ck, but their actions ah be, nah
actions ah be, n-ggas talk sl!ck but no action i see

[hook x2]
lordy lord that boy finna’ blow
get up off my d-ck, get up off my sh-t
la lordy lord, that flow finna’ go so far
never show no partners go

[bridge]
this the gawdsspeed n-gga, gawdsspeed n-gga
gawdsspeed n-gga, n-ggas no no they can’t stop me n-gga nah
it’s gawdsspeed n-gga, moving at a pace but it’s our speed n-gga
this that gawdsspeed n-gga, this that gawdsspeed n-gga
this that gawdsspeed n-gga ahh

[verse 2]
balenciaga so cold n-gga, versace gold, but when it’s all told
n-ggas act if, they was planning my sh-t
demise in they eyes, they was planning my hit
couldn’t get a spin then, now they playing my sh-t
that’s that gawdsspeed n-gga
take control of your world, enforce what you want, get a hold of your girl
n-ggas catch feelings, h-lla hoes in the world
but you a ho my n-gga
mom told me you got a voice, let it voice
let the whole world hear it little southside n-gga let’s ride
straight from the gardens, and i rep that hard
vain to the heart, never step back, forward
flows never flawed, i perfect that boy cause

[hook]

[bridge]

[verse 3]
balenciaga’s with the fossil fuels
this gawdsspeed n-gga finna’ pack a blow
we striving to the castle with goddess gold
and this old life n-gga with a lot of soul
said this old wise n-gga said a lot was told
get them motherf-ckers before gats explode
war time n-ggas better lock and load
who riding with them n-ggas we about to go shoot
hold me to the ground motherf-ckers
hold to the crown, i will rise when it’s time
gawdsspeed n-gga, sit in line when i shine
get along to point that crowd yelling ahhh
gawdsspeed n-ggas hear the crowd yelling ahhh
b-tches hold me down to the ground level, nah
hold me to the level that the devil could never choose
demons and the gawds, that’s a battle we never lose
gawd i’m about to blow
picking another route, so these scouts can know
that i ride all alone and this path is close
success in a cage, i’m actually close
sing to the lord so the pastors know
that you cling to the lord when you ’bout to go
when the kings pull a sword to the pastors throat, god

- ibn inglor lyrics

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