| All I wanted was a new Mercedes
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| Bending off the corner whipping out the lot, I got it
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| Women love me but the niggas hate it
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| But how can I lose when I came from the bottom
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| Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Lord knows I’m filthy rich
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| All this ice is like 50 bricks
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| Rap niggas throwing hissy fits
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| I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift
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| My bitch so bad she on my Christmas list
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| Remember I prayed I really wished for this
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| To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence
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| I with some niggas that remember we took some risks for this
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| I’m talking risky business flick the wrist
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| Lord knows that I repent for this
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| But Lord knows that if I get penned for this
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| I prolly won’t get home until I’m 56
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| They said I’m the Messiah, you rappers is liars
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| I sign up at church just to rap at the choir
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| They spit my new verse at your wake while you’re lying
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| The middle of the church at your wake, no I’m lying
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| I just came from jail, ain’t do no crying
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| They put me through hell, sharpened my iron
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| I did my push-ups and roared with the lions
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| Like hold up, from balling I’m tired
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| I’m back in this bitch and I’m back on my shit
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| Man they tell me be humble I’m cocky as hell
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| Shout out my bitches that answered my calls
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| When I called to collect cause it got me through hell
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| Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
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| It made me smarter and made me go harder
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| They locked me up and slowed my album up but I did not give up
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| Cause I knew I would prevail
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| Came in the game Philly as shit
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| Look at these rappers they silly as shit
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| I do not know why they be gassing these suckers
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| But fuck 'em because I am not feeling their shit
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| Difference between me and most of these rappers
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| I’m talking about work that I really put in
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| Talking about pistols I put on my hip
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| And I’m talking about foreigns I really could whip
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| That I really done drove
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| Really was froze in my hood and these bitches I really did hit
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| Really was chose came up from nothing
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| And now they like how he make millions so quick
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| I’m in the back and it feel like a sofa
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| I done seen bitches I’m fuckin' on Oprah
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| In my new mansion I feel like I’m Sosa
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| A brick on the table ain’t sniffing no coca
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| No way
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| All I wanted was a new Mercedes
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| Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
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| Women love me but the niggas hate it
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| But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
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| Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Niggas can’t see me with binoculars on
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| Back of the Maybach, shottas on
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| And all my niggas keep choppers on
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| Don’t reach round me that’s a chopper zone
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| Every time you be on count, what the topic on?
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| 250 thou what I dropped it on
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| See y’all think it’s a game 'til Fox be on
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| Seeing then momma picking out boxes for 'em
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| I want everything got my own boxers on
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| Own headphones to get my popping on
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| I got my own Pumas that I designed 'em for 'em
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| Steady moving on these niggas get my boxing on
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| All I ever hear from niggas what they prolly doing
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| But they be really talkin' 'bout what I be doing
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| All black Rottweiler that Givenchy on
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| Drop top Rolls Royce but the top is on
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| And the windows down like see y’all later
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| Mirror tint on that bitch so you could see y’all hating
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| Champagne cork pop like we all made it
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| Ya’ll looking from the sideline we all hate it
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| Money don’t make it real
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| Don’t give a fuck if its 80 mil, pussy
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| And just cause you got a Bentley
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| That Bentley won’t make you thorough, pussy
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| Still hating me from my city
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| I’m thinking is they for real, pussies
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| Cause all I got to say is kill
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| They’ll come in like Navy Seals
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| That’s word to my momma, I promise I ain’t doing no block
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| And we shoot at you robbers and kill all you fuck niggas talking
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| Lately I’ve been on this money
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| Don’t run it back up just to come and put you in a coffin
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| I heard you said you was running this city
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| I seen you in traffic and you was just walking
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| Niggas be popping that shit like they with it
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| When niggas start hitting all you did was talk it, you pussy
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| All I wanted was a new Mercedes
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| Bending off the corner, whipping out the lot, I got it
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| Women love me but the niggas hate it
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| But how can I lose when I came from the bottom?
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| Lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows
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| Nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows, nigga lord knows |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Knows, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Dreams Worth More Than Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп