Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OH LORD, artist - Marlon Craft.
Date of issue: 20.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OH LORD |
You couldn’t fuck with me if that shit was your life’s mission |
I talk spicy, they don’t like me, they a white kitchen |
Don’t compare me to these bitches, we are quite different |
All they see is green, they got night vision |
I see the value that the money’s supposed to represent |
This fire burnin' in my belly so I let it vent |
Tellin' me I’m heaven-sent, I left that on read |
Just let the song cry, don’t do what the song says |
Rap game Larry David, they lookin very Neuman |
They Seinfeld and quit music, what is Jerry doin? |
If y’all droppin' bombs, then I’m Harry Truman |
But mind those are truthin' |
Before you get all sensitive about that line and act like you care 'bout humans |
Re-listen to your imperialist raps and cut the cap, you foolish |
Oh my, somethin' classic on they necks, don’t get bowtied |
My suggestion box is played and old |
It’s full of thoughts from folks with vacant souls tryna G-check me |
Muhfucka, where you pay the toll? |
Dudes look the part, thinkin' they could play the role |
That could get yo head cracked |
So I just be myself and let the rest act |
And I’m from New York, so I live my truth and they say it’s dead facts |
God bless the rest, the best’s back |
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord |
You could pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt |
Peek inside the real muhfucka brochure |
See what you could be |
(Hah, they don’t wanna) |
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord |
You could pick the park, bitch, I still got homecourt |
Peek inside the real muhfucka brochure |
See what you could be |
Fuck outta here |
(You're a no-talent, mediocre piece of shit |
And I’ve earned my right to say it |
Who the fuck are you? |
Who the fuck are you?) |