kyyngg - lord lyrics
[hook: kyyngg & persona]
[?] by the way, buy some blunt
pulling [?] feeling like a lord
feeling like a lord, feeling like a lord
feeling like a lord, feeling like a lord
[post-hook: kyynng & persona]
i get that money
and push up on all of my niggas
we copping them bands and them bricks
and you know we gon’ flip it
we just hit the jeweler
just look at the diamonds, they glisten
i’m slimin’ in the city, b-tch
and i don’t need permission, persona
[verse 1: kyynng, persona, prynce]
f-ck your giuseppes
i don’t give a f-ck what i’m steppin’ in
long as i’m steppin’ in
i bring them b-tches out
and kyyngg bring the riches out
and i bring them hitters out
i bring my niggas out
and we pulling pistols out
skrt, skrt, pull up with my nigga, spice, we ain’t come to talk
we came to lay ya down, chopper hold a hunnid rounds
running so hard like a pet
i am a maf-cking vet
all of my bloodas stay trill
all of you b-tches so wack
pull up with the semi, get to spittin’
i ain’t never missin’, bet i keep it pimpin’
balling, scottie pippen, blood and never crippin’
keep my ruby with me and she keep her glizzy
she like, “kyyngg, i’m fiendin'”
i k!lled that pussy like a demon
i ain’t have my [?]
two hunnid all over my [?]
[hook: kyyngg & persona]
[?] by the way, buy some blunt
pulling [?] feeling like a lord
feeling like a lord, feeling like a lord
feeling like a lord, feeling like a lord
[post-hook: kyynng & persona]
i get that money
and push up on all of my niggas
we copping them bands and them bricks
and you know we gon’ flip it
we just hit the jeweler
just look at the diamonds, they glisten
i’m slimin’ in the city, b-tch
and i don’t need permission, persona
[verse 2: kyynng, persona, prynce]
woin’, these b-tches be hoin’
glowin’, she suck on that d-ck while i’m yawnin’
yeah, i had a dream like i’m luther
just me and my b-tch in the couper
riding ’round, listening to future
i get that dome like the super
i make the beat, catch a uber
[?] slum, bust on your medulla
the brick man out in cuba
’bout that [?] lil b-tch, i go luda, i will get rugar
my diamonds so maf-cking wet
i swear them b-tches think that i’m droolin’ (i’m drippin’)
i pull up looking for the check
and b-tch, if you ain’t got it, you rollin’
status: don’t give a f-ck
i call him, he hit ’em up
i tell him to get ’em, he tell me he got ’em
my niggas be ’round, we send maf-cking shower
came on her body
p&p want a body, you might just get bodied
all of my niggas be whilin’
we know you lil b-tches ain’t ’bout it
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