Lord lyrics

Verse 1:

Lord (7x)
Happy New year motherf*cker yeah welcome to '84
It's the Paris (?) Lord. They better bow for the boy
I'm riding with misses collie. She's the goddess of alloy
And my b*tches religion, is it Christian? It is Dior
Vroom, Vroom motherf*cker. Drop the top off to the floor
Like its (?) in Mercedes. So I can talk to the Lord
My passion always told me when it rains it gon pour
So when I leave king of diamonds these strippers want (?) No more
My b*tch complaining. That will never get settled
Started off strings attached now I'm f*cking (?). hello
You see me winnin. Bad women I'm sinning
Daddy would never like me. I say that to Andy Simmons
Please pardon my wavy. My Tom Ford is trippin
Ice in this Jesus piece like oh Lord I'm trippin
Oh Lord. I pour champagne like holy water
On all of these pretty devils. Forgive me heavenly father

(Hook) [2x]
Bad b*tch. Let me lick. n*ggas like, Lord
Chasin cash. Make it fast. Money up. Lord
f*ck them n*ggas. Makin figures. Fill sh*t. Lord
Caked up. Praise us. Young n*ggas. Lord
Lord (3x)

Verse 2:

Uh. I'm the king. (los)
Uh. I'm in this b*tch like she owe me money
I'm a soldier, and I'm slim. slow motion for me
I ain't write this sh*t man, I'm serious
I mean pads is for b*tches on they period
Period, period. Comma, comical. Come back around
You n*ggas comical. I'm calm and cool
Backin down the drop top. with the top drop
Had hopscotch to get the top spot
That means stuntin on these beats
And doin numbers in the Streets
Tell her pop that ass to the vibe. Shake. Vibrate
Take a n*gga to a higher place
Then hop in cause I'm gifted like a stocking on a fireplace
Uh. Try raise me. Feelin me. A n*gga must be gone off that moon juice
Or got a screw loose
Or a b*tch put a voodoo spell on a n*gga
But a n*gga better drink his prune juice
Cause I'm sh*ttin. On you n*ggas, don't worry
They think I am. YMCMB. I got no worries
I'm just a B A D B O Y
Put the verse on replay. Seem so fly
Gotta win on the plane when I see it go by like
(Hook) [2x]

Lord (4x)