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Fabolous - Lord Knows Lyrics

Lord Knows Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, thatÂ’s what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in a hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies wonÂ’t do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
IÂ’mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggasÂ’ mouths, I donÂ’t know bout bitchesÂ’ purses
And what’s up with this, “I’m just sayin’” shit?
Fuck asked you? You shouldnÂ’t be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks Ââ€" you ainÂ’t got it, then you shouldnÂ’t be saying shit
Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico
Talking bout we get ‘em robbed -shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he canÂ’t find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give
That Ray J shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You canÂ’t touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
And you donÂ’t want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indoÂ’/outdoÂ’
I ainÂ’t one to put no info out, yo
You start shit, I end shit Ââ€" intro/outro
You under the influence, IÂ’m over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolvesÂ’ lips
DonÂ’t have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase-Qua, that’s the four-door ‘rati
My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, thatÂ’s my four-door shotty
Sitting but IÂ’m shitting, thatÂ’s my four-door potty
AinÂ’t too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version
And you donÂ’t want to see me angry
You wonÂ’t like it when IÂ’m angry
My condolences from the boss
All I could say, sorry for your loss

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