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lord jah-monte ogbon - worldwide pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1: lord jah+monte ogbon]
yeah
ayy
you already know what this is
god
my white hoe, she real reserved like she voted for bush
i need them racks to hit the stage so no promotional looks (i need that)
i’m sellin’ funds, he on the run, you know most of us crooks (for real)
the 30 dirty like curry, never post up and look
look, seek knowledge
though i be in china, took a road trip with my b+tch to get this bread that had designs up (get to that bag)
she flipped the tarot card and it was red all on the line+up
wisdom is the cherished gold, they cherish me in paris, no (b+tch)
don’t f+ck with no hoes in my area code
my b+tch a shooter, tiffany hayes, i d+ck her for days
my married b+tch can’t show her face, we play the crib makin’ plays
i don’t want no young hoe, i need a b+tch with some grays
my queen get clean before she pray, i love a earth with some grace
my cokehead b+tch ‘round the way, can’t keep a brick from her face
do what i say, know any b+tch get replaced (f+ck outta here)
overlapping in the race and i’m just skipping in place (god)

[hook: lord jah+monte ogbon]
you could never sign for me, son, get your knowledge up (f+ck outta here)
took this b+tch real wide, still got a common touch (ayy)
know you see me gettin’ to it, through it, wisin’ up (st+rdy)
on the move yo, n+ggas rising up, ayy
you could never sign for me son, get your knowledge up
took this b+tch real wide and still got a common touch (know me)
know you see me gettin’ to it, through it, wisin’ up
on the move yo, n+ggas rising up, god (god)
[verse 2: fly anakin, big kahuna o.g.]
i take my time when i write my raps, she growing so impatient
thinking ‘bout these lines while i puff this spliff, these n+ggas soulja hatin’
my heart is big but it’s faking ‘cause i know you be faking
and we ain’t spoke ‘bout no engagements, this ain’t tradin’ sp+ces b+tch (ayy)
ayy, some of my n+ggas be gun shy but they say they patient
a lot of my n+ggas be rich by now if they weren’t busy caking
you know what i’m on
underworld alliances, my marriage unify two continents, sound lucrative (yo, yo, yo)
my lords was never new to this doggy
natural sauce but y’all was makin’ it corny
only the [?]
my pops refused to make your money but ain’t no cops lookin’ for me
that ain’t for me we made a [?] on my subordinates gully
they form a army like crete
i want no parts of ‘em usually but we all from the same street
gotta front like i’m gone for the summer and come back after the beef
even the ogs that was fond of us been gettin’ far from fun, f+ck it

- lord jah monte ogbon lyrics

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