Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lord Lord Lord , by - Cyhi The Prynce. Release date: 14.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lord Lord Lord |
| Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing |
| This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing |
| This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Cause shawty the truth, look like somebody just shot at the coupe |
| I call it my Kennedy whip, I’m missing apart of my roof |
| My people been flashy since Africa, so pardon my roots |
| Choking on kush, got this rope on my neck I won’t call it a noose |
| But I’m keeping the peace, I won’t call it a truce |
| Glock or revolver, it don’t matter cause all of 'em shoot |
| Been ballin' since I was a youth, I look like a starter from Duke |
| Lord I just wanna make a Meek Mill and menage with my blue flute |
| This bitch ain’t from Kalamazoo |
| Boy it’s all in the suit, roses are red, violets are blue |
| My money, my pistol, my diamonds are too |
| So bring all of the goose, rosé and all of the brew |
| I be reneging the space cause I got a hard time following suit |
| Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing |
| This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing |
| This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, if they wanna go to war war war |
| I got two .22's, one about four .44's |
| My daddy told me, you can die by the sword sword sword |
| But I ain’t got no choi-choi-choice |
| Cause some shits you can’t affor-for-ford |
| So I’m ridin' round east Atlanta knowin' knowin' knowin' |
| Why I’m serving niggas by choi-choi-choice |
| So before I got six feet, I wanna turn Peachtree into Freaknik |
| Toot my own horn, nigga, beep beep |
| Got a French hoe whole love to oui oui |
| And the pussy clean, she a neat freak |
| Fuck her so good she got a TT |
| I got a lead road runner, shawty meep meep |
| Kush came in the jar like it’s pig feet |
| Back when I used to rock Enyce |
| I was tryna get her out of Baby Phat |
| Her boyfriend call her from Chile |
| Talking 'bout «Can I get my baby back?» |
| Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing |
| This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing |
| This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |
| Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord |
| Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time |
| Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie |