Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Please LAWD , by - Jackboy. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Please LAWD |
| It’s a Wayne beat |
| Helluva beat, baby |
| Please Lord, don’t ever let my niggas up in tram |
| Please Lord, I love my nigga, I know he feel the same |
| Please Lord, protect me from these bitches chasin' after fame |
| Please Lord, protect 'cause I’m playin' in a dirty game |
| Please Lord, can’t keep me out here focused on that cash |
| Please Lord, can’t keep me out here workin' on my craft |
| Please Lord, make sure I’m on go when I ain’t strapped up with the gat |
| Please Lord, I’m from the hood, so it might never come to that |
| I’m from the hood, even without a gun, I wish a nigga would |
| I don’t give no fuck 'bout none of you niggas, let’s get that understood |
| Put a bag in your head, like a head ain’t dead |
| If he ain’t playin' it by the book |
| All a nigga see is red, you know murder she wrote |
| I came in with the crooks |
| Come around and front, thought I wouldn’t be none |
| I used to get overlooked |
| In the booth goin' dumb, makin' songs 'bout the slum |
| Now, I’m gettin' paid for my hooks |
| If I go broke right now, put that on God, somebody shit gettin' took |
| Knock him down to the ground, but he don’t make a sound |
| These pussy niggas really be shook, uh |
| All of these bitches, I blow it on Fendi |
| I’ll never be |
| , that money got plenty |
| Clip hold fifty, I shoot 'til it’s empty, this shit could get deadly |
| I always stay ready |
| Hands don’t get sweaty, I hold that bitch steady |
| I spin in a Chevy, turn you to a veggie |
| Well known in my city, but I’m far from friendly |
| trendy with Yak there in Heaven |
| Please Lord, don’t ever let my niggas up in tram |
| Please Lord, I love my nigga, I know he feel the same |
| Please Lord, protect me from these bitches chasin' after fame |
| Please Lord, protect 'cause I’m playin' in a dirty game |
| Please Lord, can’t keep me out here focused on that cash |
| Please Lord, can’t keep me out here workin' on my craft |
| Please Lord, make sure I’m on go when I ain’t strapped up with the gat |
| Please Lord, I’m from the hood, so it might never come to that |