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lord linco! - anthem lyrics
[verse 1: lord linco]
look into the mirror, and i don’t like that n_gga
don’t give me straps, ’cause i’mma clap, not afraid of the trigger
puffin’ loosies, ’cause i’m losing, linco’s never the winner
but keep it cool, because i’m coolin’ straight pon di river
searchin’ through the snow for the white rabbit, dammit
tryna let love rule like i’m lenny kravitz, sh_t
please excuse all my bad habits
’cause a n_gga tend to move like i’m nomadic
remember when i ride my bike through the highway
couldn’t help to live my life like it’s mysp_ce
update my status to be proactive
but all the same, i’m not to blame, because i’m still adapting
dyin’ on the inside, tell my n_ggas that i’m fine
hit the corner store to lay low, and regain my pride
feedin’ lies to the birds, cause i don’t really give a sh_t
and if i did, i need a zip of toilet paper, double stitched
[hook: lord linco]
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck that b_tch
f_ck that b_tch, i’mma f_ck that b_tch
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck the b_tch
in the back of the club, with a b_tch, she’s thick
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck that b_tch
f_ck that b_tch, i’mma f_ck that b_tch
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck the b_tch
in the back of the club, with a b_tch, she’s thick
[verse 2: $ilkmoney]
knock knock, it’s a thing at the door, look through the peephole
oh sh_t, who the f_ck is these people?
on the other side of the door, with a story they need to decode
a n_gga need to be bold, sticking to the g code
knock knock, happen again, like this the sequel
even louder than the prequel
they tryna get the n_gga for priors because my t__th gold
run back up the stairs, out of breath, i need to breathe slow
grab the deuce deuce, chic chic, i need to reload
grab some fruit snacks then acrobat out the back like matrix: reload, uh
the strap make a n_gga rewind like he was tivo
uh, traveling the divine path that we chose
blowin’ weed smoke with my negroes bumpin’ cee_lo
eatin’ cheetos with like three hoes and pea coat
while you stay getting your weed smoked by a weak hoe
you n_ggas pitiful and think you heroes
can’t see you, your superpowers make you invisible
your buzz short lived, and it’s time to go
like fat n_ggas climbin’ ropes and doing physicals
the dirt between my nails is 100% pure hustle
b_tch
[hook: lord linco]
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck that b_tch
f_ck that b_tch, i’mma f_ck that b_tch
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck the b_tch
in the back of the club, with a b_tch, she’s thick
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck that b_tch
f_ck that b_tch, i’mma f_ck that b_tch
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck the b_tch
in the back of the club, with a b_tch, she’s thick
[outro: lord linco]
b_tch is thick
with a b_tch is thick
with a b_tch is thick
i’mma f_ck that b_tch, i’mma f_ck that b_tch
back of the club with a b_tch who’s thick
i’mma f_ck that b_tch
i’mma f_ck that b_tch
f_ck the b_tch, f_ck a b_tch
y’all p_ssy ass n_ggas stay smoking mid
’cause i’mma f_ck a b_tch
in the back of the club which a b_tch who’s thick
b_tch is thick
f_ck the b_tch
f_ck the b_tch
back of the club, i’mma f_ck the b_tch
b_tch
b_tch
b_tch
back of the club, with a b_tch who’s thick
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