Lordy
Terminal Music Baby
Locura Terminal Hasta El Final
Don't call up my phone unless you talking about money this year yeah we leveling up
Don't tell about none of your goals or your dreams
Cause to be honest man I don't give a f*ck
Llego la locura dinero circula
Tengo la arredura yo juego a ganar
Visto Balenciaga las balas no fayan
Me muero en la raya
Me quieren parar
I hit your bitch in the back of the TR
Shawty gone love me cause she know who we be are
She wanna come with the team like she part of the roster I'm kicking this shit like I'm CR
End of the summer we all going ghost
What you gone do got more power then most
100 little rappers be staying they the shit but they really not on me they can't f*ck with lord
En esto yo soy el crack
Tenemos gas como en Iraq
Con elegancia pero el trap
Regreso de nuevo Im back in black.
Diamantes en cuello me tienen on froze
Dom Perignon la botella de alcohol
4 maletas entrando al avión
Todas repletas con ropa Dior
Versace viajes para Paris
Con bling bling aquí como Prince Naseem
Voy a arrancar prendo motor
Ya aparecí brilla el reloj
En un Lamborghini rojo seductor
Te doy la receta como un doctor
Lord and LT go back to back to back
In the stu Day n Night like Cudi
Hating on me don't make you shit I'mma get rich bitch give a f*ck if you don't love me
Walk like this bitch like you owe me something
Damn right that's right better give me my money
Shawty said I reek of success when she smell my chest
I said baby this dior not armani
I got my vest on
Por si la guerra comienza
Tengo un fusil en la mano con peine cargado
Pa que se protejan
Go out of state get my stack on
Nunca nos fuimos Im back on
Salen de trokas bien encapuchados
Aquí mis malandros te atacan
Nunca me quitan estamos alerta seguimos aquí
Tengo las libras haciendo dinero se agarra se manda y se va repetir
Sientan el frío but this shit for the summer
La glock y el rollie la tengo en el jeep
Got this lil bitch she want me to love her
La dejo en las calles this bitch for the streets
Yea
Bad bad bitch in the back
I hit a bitch like that
She need some shoes and a bag
Spoil these hoes spent a bad and I'm gone
Shawty that body be turning me on
Touching that pussy like Don Corleone
They did not hate me when I was just grinding
They hate me right now cause they know what we on
Yea
Terminal Music Baby
Young Lord - BACK2BACK Lyrics
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Lordy
Terminal Music Baby
Locura Terminal Hasta El Final
Don't call up my phone unless you talking about money this year yeah we leveling up
Don't tell about none of your goals or your dreams
Cause to be honest man I don't give a f*ck
Llego la locura dinero circula
Tengo la arredura yo juego a ganar
Visto Balenciaga las balas no fayan
Me muero en la raya
Me quieren parar
I hit your bitch in the back of the TR
Shawty gone love me cause she know who we be are
She wanna come with the team like she part of the roster I'm kicking this shit like I'm CR
End of the summer we all going ghost
What you gone do got more power then most
100 little rappers be staying they the shit but they really not on me they can't f*ck with lord
En esto yo soy el crack
Tenemos gas como en Iraq
Con elegancia pero el trap
Regreso de nuevo Im back in black.
Diamantes en cuello me tienen on froze
Dom Perignon la botella de alcohol
4 maletas entrando al avión
Todas repletas con ropa Dior
Versace viajes para Paris
Con bling bling aquí como Prince Naseem
Voy a arrancar prendo motor
Ya aparecí brilla el reloj
En un Lamborghini rojo seductor
Te doy la receta como un doctor
Lord and LT go back to back to back
In the stu Day n Night like Cudi
Hating on me don't make you shit I'mma get rich bitch give a f*ck if you don't love me
Walk like this bitch like you owe me something
Damn right that's right better give me my money
Shawty said I reek of success when she smell my chest
I said baby this dior not armani
I got my vest on
Por si la guerra comienza
Tengo un fusil en la mano con peine cargado
Pa que se protejan
Go out of state get my stack on
Nunca nos fuimos Im back on
Salen de trokas bien encapuchados
Aquí mis malandros te atacan
Nunca me quitan estamos alerta seguimos aquí
Tengo las libras haciendo dinero se agarra se manda y se va repetir
Sientan el frío but this shit for the summer
La glock y el rollie la tengo en el jeep
Got this lil bitch she want me to love her
La dejo en las calles this bitch for the streets
Yea
Bad bad bitch in the back
I hit a bitch like that
She need some shoes and a bag
Spoil these hoes spent a bad and I'm gone
Shawty that body be turning me on
Touching that pussy like Don Corleone
They did not hate me when I was just grinding
They hate me right now cause they know what we on
Yea
Terminal Music Baby
Terminal Music Baby
Locura Terminal Hasta El Final
Don't call up my phone unless you talking about money this year yeah we leveling up
Don't tell about none of your goals or your dreams
Cause to be honest man I don't give a f*ck
Llego la locura dinero circula
Tengo la arredura yo juego a ganar
Visto Balenciaga las balas no fayan
Me muero en la raya
Me quieren parar
I hit your bitch in the back of the TR
Shawty gone love me cause she know who we be are
She wanna come with the team like she part of the roster I'm kicking this shit like I'm CR
End of the summer we all going ghost
What you gone do got more power then most
100 little rappers be staying they the shit but they really not on me they can't f*ck with lord
En esto yo soy el crack
Tenemos gas como en Iraq
Con elegancia pero el trap
Regreso de nuevo Im back in black.
Diamantes en cuello me tienen on froze
Dom Perignon la botella de alcohol
4 maletas entrando al avión
Todas repletas con ropa Dior
Versace viajes para Paris
Con bling bling aquí como Prince Naseem
Voy a arrancar prendo motor
Ya aparecí brilla el reloj
En un Lamborghini rojo seductor
Te doy la receta como un doctor
Lord and LT go back to back to back
In the stu Day n Night like Cudi
Hating on me don't make you shit I'mma get rich bitch give a f*ck if you don't love me
Walk like this bitch like you owe me something
Damn right that's right better give me my money
Shawty said I reek of success when she smell my chest
I said baby this dior not armani
I got my vest on
Por si la guerra comienza
Tengo un fusil en la mano con peine cargado
Pa que se protejan
Go out of state get my stack on
Nunca nos fuimos Im back on
Salen de trokas bien encapuchados
Aquí mis malandros te atacan
Nunca me quitan estamos alerta seguimos aquí
Tengo las libras haciendo dinero se agarra se manda y se va repetir
Sientan el frío but this shit for the summer
La glock y el rollie la tengo en el jeep
Got this lil bitch she want me to love her
La dejo en las calles this bitch for the streets
Yea
Bad bad bitch in the back
I hit a bitch like that
She need some shoes and a bag
Spoil these hoes spent a bad and I'm gone
Shawty that body be turning me on
Touching that pussy like Don Corleone
They did not hate me when I was just grinding
They hate me right now cause they know what we on
Yea
Terminal Music Baby
Writer: Luis Moreno, Alejandro Moreno
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid