** Lord Couture (Explicit)

Drug Lord Couture (Explicit) - Nick Grant

Written by：Nick Grant/Darwin Cordale Quinn/Brandon Hesson/Randy Smith/Joseph Freeman/Bill Greene/Theodore Life, Jr.

The new king now watch a ni**a spazz

The school of hard knocks you niggas skipping class

You fake bumping trae the only time your trigger blast

Talking you through the present time I got the gift of gab

Jewelry swinging like a freak couple I got a hoe fetish

Wide body Ferrari look bowlegged we go getters

Niggas that you admire acknowledge me its prophecy

No shame coc*ine white as the dress on the bride to be

Pimpin' promote the p**sy like she signed to me

Nicole scherzinger ni**a nina on my lap

Here's my squirt finger bloaw how you like me now

Niggas telling' on the crowd where the f**k is the morale wow

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

This is for the hustler in you

Damn it feels good to see people up on it

First rap deal gave it back didn't want it

Your style is haunted with ghostwriters in your corner

I'm disappointed how silent killers turn informant

At your door like the mormans peep how b**ches adore him

I make em freeze like when a ni**a scared of performing

Understand it f**k with me and up your standards

You tryna freak nick baby I'm out in Atlanta uhh

Lift as you climb my ni**a they couldn't carry us

Said we wouldn't make it 'til we broke down the barriers

These niggas name dropping p**sy who u marrying

Alienate us send 51 niggas to your area blaow

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

This is for the hustler in you

F**k the drama man I'm so beyond it

All I do is move around I don't know confinement

Never had a high but know my b**ches roll the finest

I'm just so honest get behind her like I'm photobombing

This the life I'm posed' to live tell a hoe don't comment

Yellow gold like a wine o's eye rolls of jaundice

Slick you'll never catch it flows are ultrasonic

They over grinding selling blow like a nose with sinus

Where I'm from they pull out quick here I come

Like the wool out them one bout static but never run

Blast out hit gas than mash out

Seeing through your favorite rapper like he riding glass house blaow

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

I do it all for the love

This is for the hustler in you