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letra de lot! - lazarus! (christian)

[chorus]
yo, uh, back in the day, used to rap ’bout the guap (uh)
uh, i turned my back on the racks like i’m lot
uh, i don’t e’en got no whip
uh, but i’ma still swerve off the lot (skrr)
uh, i don’t e’en need no stick
uh, the bible it came with a stock
uh, walkin’ with brand new kicks
uh, they don’t even got ’em in stock (for real)
i told her we didn’t cl!ck, she didn’t get it, so she got the block (gang)
uh, don’t gotta fit in the clique, gave it to god and the game on lock
uh, not finna rap for the cl!cks, i’ma just give all the glory to god (yo)
[verse]
uh, yo, buildin’ the church like some potter-potter (yo)
gotta be holy likе water-water (yo)
the dеvil, he schnitzel, he rata-rata (ayy, gang)
he be talkin’ too much (uh, woah)
brodie just said i’m not droppin’ enough
so i’m gonna, uh, pop out
uh, bible on me, i’ma rock out
i don’t gotta time to be fake, i be seekin’ his face
i’ma light up the place when i hop out, uh
he all that i need, i don’t care ’bout a feat’
man, i’m talkin’ to god for a shout-out
yeah, like no, i don’t know why the devil be messin’ with me
he want tea like it’s “get out”
ch—, but i tell him to get out
big g-o-d, that’s the lord
i want a wife, she gotta be christian, i’m buyin’ dior (i’m buyin’ dior)
i feel like armani, i’m catchin’ the devil, i’m uppin’ the score
don’t make me just pull out my heavenly wallet
i’m ballin’, i’m buyin’ the store
i’m buyin’ the yeti
huh, i used to [?], i was cold like a yeti (cold like a yeti)
huh, woke up, i gotta come back ’cause i know that i’m ready (i know that i’m ready)
huh, devil tried talkin’ that cap but i heard it already (i heard it already)
i gave the weight to my god ’cause it really was heavy (it really was heavy)
[chorus]
yo, uh, back in the day, used to rap ’bout the guap (uh)
uh, i turned my back on the racks like i’m lot
uh, i don’t e’en got no whip
uh, but i’ma still swerve off the lot (skrr)
uh, i don’t e’en need no stick
uh, the bible it came with a stock
uh, walkin’ with brand new kicks
uh, they don’t even got ’em in stock (for real)
i told her we didn’t cl!ck, she didn’t get it, so she got the block (gang)
uh, don’t gotta fit in the clique, gave it to god and the game on lock
uh, not finna rap for the cl!cks, i’ma just give all the glory to god (yo)

- lazarus christian

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