Lawd Jesus (Explicit)

Lawd Jesus (Explicit) - cupcakKe

Lyrics by：Elizabeth Harris

Composed by：Elizabeth Harris

Ayy

When I walk in a room all the n***as lookin' at me

Like "What is my income"

Not jumpin' no brooms that n***a get stood up

Like how the broom challenge just went down

Don't wanna assume but b***hes really broke and

I don't know where y'all get rent from

And I'ma just spit in your face

If you walk up to me asking me "Can I spit sumn"

'Cause I do not talk if it ain't about money

I look at your mouth like you ramblin'

I can merch this on God I just lost 700K off of nothin' but gamblin'

I went sick and got fraud but I had to fight all my demons

That s**t was real challengin'

So now when I walk around people with money

I say shut up like a mannequin

Shh

So I can just soak up they info

Now my bank copy that that's ten fold

I don't go wherever the wind blow

'Cause if my wig fall off that's the end ho

But lucky I'm paid edges stay laid like prostitutes on a Friday night

While you suckin' his thing I'm outside pullin' strings

Like a b***h flyin' kites

And no I don't rock mics

Red bottoms with the spikes

Tinted windows out of sight

No cash just swipe

Cashier like "Yikes She's black not white"

When I hop off my flight Naomi Campbell with the wipes ayy

Save his number under "typo" 'cause that n***a wasn't my type

It's nothin' to talk to these n***as like s**t but I'd rather not do that today

'Cause n***as be trippin' I'd rather just tell a n***a "Tie your f**kin' shoelace"

And n***as is b***hes I'd rather just give they a*s a motherf**kin' bouquet

And I'm really birthing b***hes when they drop an album

Then that's my due date ayy

B***h I'm eating good double chin black card match her skin

F**k all my old friends I'm not tryna make amends

Lawd Jesus

I said "Mama chill we gon' win"

Money keep comin' in

I'm tryna change from back then

But every time I hear the sins

Lawd Jesus

I'm on some positive vibes but every time n***as testin' my patience

Only could wait for so long before I do you wrong

'Cause I'm not a waitress

On God

Every December 31st I go in the new year with no type of hatred

Then back January 3rd the neighbors hurt while they treating my playlist

Man these dirty b***hes don't do the dishes

Then tell a n***a "Come eat the butt"

How

And wake up with crust in they a*s and that s**t thicker than Pizza Hut

But I'm off it they coughin'

Yeah I know how to market no Boston

Tell a n***a don't talk it just walk it

Pop a n***a like John's way too often

Brrr

B***h I'm eating good double chin black card match her skin

F**k all my old friends I'm not tryna make amends

Lawd Jesus

I said "Mama chill we gon' win"

Money keep comin' in

I'm tryna change from back then

But every time I hear the sins

Lawd Jesus