ST4T1C – Lord Knowz

Letra “ST4T1C – Lord Knowz” Official Lyrics

Intro
ST4T1C
Aye what Lord knows, go
Damn, damn what Lord knows (Lord knows)
Damn, yea, Lord knows (buying clothes)
Lord Lord Lord knows

Verse 1
ST4T1C
Lord knows that I gotta stay ten toes
Lord knows I’m pourin’ fours
Lord knows I’m clocking doors
Aye, might know down yo door
Three four dudes in the back with three poles, damn
I might pull up with four hoes
Don’t give a fuck, Ralph Lauren clothes
Get that out my fucking face, undercover on my waist
High as fuck I’m fucking spaced, we in Florida way too based
Get the fuck up out my face, you ain’t got good taste
Yea you is a lame and yo crew all the same, the same
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t claim shit
Salem Witchcraft what I claim if you’ve tainted

Bridge
Huey Can’t Surf
Lord know that aye, Lord know that
Lord know, Lord know that aye
Lord know that what aye
Lord know that ayе what
Lord know that aye aye
Lord know that aye ayе, aye

Verse 2
Huey Can’t Surf
Huey came in and he ain’t got no autotune
Too turnt and I’m sorry if I bother you
Pull up and I’m tearing up the barbeque
They hating mane that be a lot of you
In the game man I’m better than a lot of you, aye I’m better than a lot of you
When they run up Ima make that a rendezvous
Fucking these kids up like man Harambe do
Molly got me like doo bee da doo ba
Beat sound like the world got taken over robots
Divorce my wife and drink a jack scotch
Pockets full like I won the jackpot
And my gun got a hand stop
I wish I could but I can’t stop
I’m cashing out at the Gamestop
High fructose mane I ain’t drop
Too close finna drop shot
Finna get me a digital drop top
I’m a dad I feel like Mufasa
Look at the pot I’m (cooking) pasta
Look at the pot I bet it ain’t pasta
And I got big guns en mi casa
And I’m smoking good gas like a rasta
Stupid good crab drink tea and rasta
And my opps all my fans I’m a foster

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