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letra de the lordy way - ankhlejohn & august fanon

[intro]
godd-mn, i’m in my jam and margiela (d-mn)
ayy, look

[chorus]
gotta throw the cartiers on for this one
we just getting prepared for a fiscal, show him what we spendin’
find a pretty b-tch, go ‘head and spin her, ‘pologize later, take her out to dinner, get up in her, that’s the lordy way (lordy)
you want be first, i gave him 48
i was a [soft] case, blown face, couldn’t hold his liquor straight (godd-mn)

[verse 1]
i’m in gucci, like, d-mn near everyday
if it’s a journey that don’t concern me and pape, i ain’t interested, and i’m finna go buy me a new ‘pendage sh-t glisten, lord [?]
stretched out in lululemon, a cool [lil’ 50]
the ar touch lord n-ggas like zulu n-ggas
four door like chess, sit down and school you n-ggas
n-ggas hit the stage and get scared, we boo you n-ggas (boo)
takin’ up sp-ce, we drink ace of spades straight, the champagne glass came as a compliment with the steak
[bigger time and erase], it ain’t a place we ain’t vacate
everybody see my face, whether i’m near or i’m [?]
i’m tryna smoke weed, eat good, and get laid, f-ck her less, record a tape, see what i did with my leg
rather let ’em live, but i’d rather bleed ’em instead
it’s a sad day, even my man’s peed in the bed
told a n-gga slide back in the d, he done slid
separate the body from the head
counterprove all the things i did
how the f-ck you gonna teach, you wasn’t led, you riding for a street where n-ggas bled
look, look
look
[chorus]
gotta throw the cartiers on for this one
we just getting prepared for the fiscal, show him what we spendin’
find a pretty b-tch, go ‘head and spin her, ‘pologize later, take her out to dinner, get up in her, that’s the lordy way (lordy)
you want be first, i gave him 48 (ooh)
i was a [soft] case, blown face, couldn’t hold his liquor straight (grown man)

[verse 2]
i was a class clown, n-gga instigatin’
stuck in class tryna get my sh-t straight like, what’s the math for the day, bad n-gga smashing ya face
i was getting money when i first caught a case
no bondsman, bailed out, n-gga, [?]
worst time of my life if you really ask me
had to spin it up, lord, you came with mad fees
sh-t you n-ggas glorify sound sad to me (f-ck outta here)
never would’ve got caught if we really knew the streets
i tell a young n-gga to stay in school, this sh-t is sweet
get a education, f-ck hoes, wear new sneaks
this sh-t is mad simple, all y’all n-ggas make it deep
(woo)
uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- ankhlejohn august fanon

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