Songtexte Oh Lord - Game

Uh, let Jesus take the wheel of a Phantom, baby!
Close my eyes, wake up, Im in Atlanta, baby
Who put the magic in Magic City? . did!
Who popping Magnum bottles with Didi? Mike!
Tell em where the beast is, tell em where the bitch is
Leaning back on my bitch chair, yeah
Im some like a leap year
Niggas dont see me that often in this Rory
But nigga, were here!
Far baby, just like I got a charade in this back wood
Let it burn, baby! (Niggas so emotional)
I gotta pull that hundred for you, I gotta poke in with hoes!
We in the poking, no stroking hoes to their open nose
Let this! Niggas aint begging, were getting Oprah dough
Money over bitches, till Im fucking Oprah
So, back away from my Phantom, so I can open dough!
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!
At the window on the West Side, East Side, West Side
Smoking green you aint never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
Just dont go far, baby
Take a puff at it
Damn, run it until the puff ride it
. On that master piece shit, we brought it, bought it
Up in too fucking crowded
Unless its club after
Say my nigga that bitch, whats up, old cop?
Fuck old cop, blood, got guns is on the up enough
Fuck old blood, cop got hundred niggas just rolling up
Still surreal gotta give it to my niggas, man
My nigga scare, my nigga whine
My nigga Joe Moses got the hoes opened
My nigga winning, I kept the door opened
Cant forget about my nigga topped dough
Put Kendrick on a pedestal where that should not fall
One love to my lil nigga problem
Got the LA turned up, like walk at him!
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!
At the window on the West Side, East Side, West Side
Smoking green you aint never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
Youre smoking charm, baby
Nigga, what a fuck? Im from the Valley
We dont smoke
I dont know what youre doing counting
But in one eight we put weed in weed
Nigga, youre tripping!
Im just fucking with you, I wouldnt!