Oh Lord (feat. 3 Glizzy)
Shy Glizzy
Oh Lord (feat. 3 Glizzy) 歌詞
Its Nev on the beat, *****
Young Jefe, holmes
Boss
I can feel somebody cryin for me,
Like, 'Oh, Lord' (Oh, Lord)
That ***** turned his back on you,
Yeah, thats your dog (Nope)
My *****, she givin love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil mama, she a dime,
So I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my ***** love to talk,
Now I cant even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these ****** lyin,
Thats why I dont do their songs (Yah)
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)
Cant begin to relax (Yeah) a whole lot (A whole lot)
Brought her into my head, yall, like a Tylenol
Got a little model broad (Uh), yeah, she know how to ****
R-I-P my dawg (Uh), yeah,
I miss all of y'all (God damn, God damn)
I just sent some bread to my ***** in the pen
When they ask the question,
'Suck my ****' is what he said (Hahahaha)
On murder's where Ill stand on
Until I'm bloody red (Okay)
Ill murder you on camera, holmes, no,
I aint ****** scared (Uh)
Peanut butter jelly 'til I ************ lost it (Uh)
*****, you should see my mansion,
Look like a ************ apartment
Pull that God damn Maybach out (Yah),
Feel good that I aint stoppin (Good)
*****, my Glock got a double, check it,
We can get it poppin, *****
I can feel somebody cryin for me,
Like, 'Oh, Lord' (Oh, Lord)
That ***** turned his back on you,
Yeah, thats your dog (Nope)
My *****, she givin love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil mama, she a dime,
So I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my * **** love to talk,
Now I cant even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these ****** lyin,
Thats why I dont do their songs (Yah )
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)
Hundred rounds in my TEC,
Got them choppers on the deck (B-r-r-r)
Got her movin smart now, she different,
Im playin chess (Gang)
Got that big boy Rolly, now I want the Patek (Tek)
I Got that money and power
And a whole lot of guettes (Gang)
Fell out with two of my homies
Cause one a snake and one a rat
Damn, I thought I could trust you,
But you lost all my respect (**** it)
Thought you was better than that, **** it,
I know what to expect (I know what to expect)
Its gon be a murder, its gon be a mess (B-r-r-r)
Pull up with them choppers,
Make it rain on your set (Murder, murder, murder)
I been gone all night,
I barely even slept (I barely even slept)
Lil *** **, that ***** dead,
The **** you thought you wasnt gettin?
(Thought you wasnt gettin?)
My mama know I thug and grandpa got me on them gats
A ***** play with three,
The police know whats comin next
I done did my dirt,
Know ****** might want get back (Might want get back)
She from way out in the suburbs, have her in the projects
My aunt say she worried bout me,
I stay on point, I keep the gat ( Murder, murder, murder)
I can feel somebody cryin for me,
Like, 'Oh, Lord' (Oh, Lord)
That ***** turned his back on you,
Yeah, thats your dog (Nope)
My *****, she givin love, told her to hold on (Hold on)
Cause any given day can get caught in a war zone (Oh-oh)
Lil mama, she a dime,
So I paid her student loan (God damn)
And my ***** love to talk,
Now I cant even use phones (God damn, God damn)
I think these ****** lyin,
Thats why I dont do their songs (Yah)
Everybody wanna ride the wave when you on (Yah, yah, yah)