Lords and Gods Flee Lord & 38 Spesh (Ft. Fred the Godson)
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[Intro: Flee Lord]
Yeah
Yo, Spesh, what's good, Lord?
Loyalty & Trust, 2, uh
Lord Lord
[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
My shorty playin' jump rope, my doggies they gon' dump coke
Summertime hoodie on, I'm 'bout to catch a sunstroke (Sheesh)
12 in the cut, makin' sales, nigga, what
They gon' try to knock me, I can make my bail off of dust (Off of dust)
Lord tourin' Five Boroughs, Lordy, I'mma die thorough
4AM, come the cop, auntie, I'm like, "hi, hello" (What up?)
Base and some ends, like a studio session (Uh-huh)
My shooters already oozed before you move for your weapon (Brrr)
Runnin' with the dragons, I'm a cold headed clique
Touch me, it get bad like a bow-leggеd bitch (Woo)
If you really gettin' bread, lеt me hold seven bricks
Break it down, into dimes, need a whole about a strip (Up the rocks)
Whippin' in my apron, fruit?, kitchen; that's my favorite room (Whip, whip)
Cake and soup, every time I chip a piece the table move
Yeah, yeah, whip (Huh? Hold that shit down, manny)
I said every time I chip a piece, Lord, the table move (Huh? Woo)
[Chorus: Flee Lord x2]
Lord & the God, yeah, we been on our job (Uh-huh)
From the exit to the Rock, yeah, we linkin' up the mob (Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout!)
We ride with no bust, the grind is a must (Brr)
We gon' build an empire off Loyalty & Trust, uh (Brr)
Yeah
Yo, Spesh, what's good, Lord?
Loyalty & Trust, 2, uh
Lord Lord
[Verse 1: Flee Lord]
My shorty playin' jump rope, my doggies they gon' dump coke
Summertime hoodie on, I'm 'bout to catch a sunstroke (Sheesh)
12 in the cut, makin' sales, nigga, what
They gon' try to knock me, I can make my bail off of dust (Off of dust)
Lord tourin' Five Boroughs, Lordy, I'mma die thorough
4AM, come the cop, auntie, I'm like, "hi, hello" (What up?)
Base and some ends, like a studio session (Uh-huh)
My shooters already oozed before you move for your weapon (Brrr)
Runnin' with the dragons, I'm a cold headed clique
Touch me, it get bad like a bow-leggеd bitch (Woo)
If you really gettin' bread, lеt me hold seven bricks
Break it down, into dimes, need a whole about a strip (Up the rocks)
Whippin' in my apron, fruit?, kitchen; that's my favorite room (Whip, whip)
Cake and soup, every time I chip a piece the table move
Yeah, yeah, whip (Huh? Hold that shit down, manny)
I said every time I chip a piece, Lord, the table move (Huh? Woo)
[Chorus: Flee Lord x2]
Lord & the God, yeah, we been on our job (Uh-huh)
From the exit to the Rock, yeah, we linkin' up the mob (Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout!)
We ride with no bust, the grind is a must (Brr)
We gon' build an empire off Loyalty & Trust, uh (Brr)
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