| Uh, Lord forgive me, they offendin' me
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| Give a fuck how they feelin', can’t match my energy
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| Conversations increasing, you ain’t no friend of me
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| Lord, I mean, look at what you did to me, yeah
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| Lord forgive me, they offendin' me
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| Give a fuck how they feelin', can’t match my energy
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| Conversations increasing, you ain’t no friend of me
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| Yes Lord, I mean, look at what you did to me, Yes Lord
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| Yeah, it’s marijuana and champagne
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| Need a Rollie made out of sand grains (Hahaha)
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| To tell time in a simulation (They don’t get it)
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| For stimulation of fearing flames
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| For a long flow, even your mom know (She know)
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| I could die and come back like I was John Snow (Word)
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| Turn you John Doe, no time, no (No time)
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| Knew I was done when drug dealers pushed the Milanos
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| Uh, Lord forgive me, they offendin' me
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| Give a fuck how they feelin', can’t match my energy
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| Conversations increasing, you ain’t no friend of me
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| Lord, I mean, look at what you did to me, yeah
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| Lord forgive me, they offendin' me
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| Give a fuck how they feelin', can’t match my energy
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| Conversations increasing, you ain’t no friend of me
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| Yes Lord, I mean, look at what you did to me, Yes Lord
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| Drug dealers whippin' Milanos (Clean as fuck)
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| That’s right around the time I couldn’t get no McDonalds (Damn)
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| Then I hit the strip, start flippin' them bottles
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| Made a little money, smoke and sip in the bottle
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| Now I’m standin' outside like it wasn’t tomorrow (I'm outside)
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| If the front ain’t on my block, then you dip in them hollows (Just sayin')
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| And your mama would’ve said: «He ain’t the nigga to follow» (I'm followin' him)
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| And she would’ve been right (She ain’t right)
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| 'Cause I wasn’t right (Hahaha)
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| You won’t get a buck fifty if I ain’t on the fight (Get that buck fifty)
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| And I grew up real rough, did shit outta spite (South side)
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| If you know about the game then you’d get out tonight (Whateva)
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| 'Cause I knew in my teens, but I stayed in my thirties (I stayed)
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| Yeah, the water is purified but the drinkers is dirty
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| Got a gun and it’s certi
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| Another one in the birdie (Couple)
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| Give a fuck about a killer 'cause we all 730 (Give a fuck)
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| Yeah, I was tried by the fire so I arrived by the fire
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| Ghost
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| Uh, Lord forgive me, they offendin' me
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| Give a fuck how they feelin', can’t match my energy
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| Conversations increasing, you ain’t no friend of me
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| Lord, I mean, look at what you did to me, yeah
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| Lord forgive me, they offendin' me
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| Give a fuck how they feelin', can’t match my energy
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| Conversations increasing, you ain’t no friend of me
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| Yes Lord, I mean, look at what you did to me, Yes Lord |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yes, Lord! , by - Styles P. Song from the album PRESENCE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп