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Legacy Lyrics - Artist : King Combs
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Yo What? Bad bitches, where you at? All my niggas, where you at? CYN , you heard? Bad Boy, you heard? Yeah, check Uh I made amends with my former finance advisors I apologize I had to get in my right of mind Despite the times I fell I stand tall with this height of mine The youngest nigga that they idolize Abandoned Bentley Azures, went and restored 'em 'cause nobody got no more of 'em Premiere my story at the newest [?] Emporium Out of stock, re-order 'em Cribs I got four of 'em See what I got in store It's a Secret like Victoria Look like it's heaven but some shit is hell I lost my mom last year, took the biggest "L" Know her spirit got me evolving, I can feel the help Separating my path with a different trail I prevail Anything just to see my favorite lady Built for everything know that's how my pops raised me Uh, play the cut Keep the fam safe and tuck While the world shakin' up Thanking God for waking up Pray the Lord my soul to keep Never see the street I hope you understand me Lord, watch over the family Give me strenght for my loss See another day again Grateful for the little things Better get your prayers in Nothing less in the presence of men that's militating all ready to sin What's your agenda? Two coupes, Canadian Goose troops in the sprinter With 5% tints like I'm not a five percenter When I ice out I know that we gon' shine I bring the lights out And niggas know that I'm sharp like the knives out Pull up front lawn like the white house Got my jewels on and they bite All black-ish whips Call 'em Colin Kaepernicks I only stand for the cash I get Swear this shit come real if I imagined it I could walk on water if I practiced it And the water on the jewels is immaculate I stand out like cactuses Always catch me with the baddest bitch Hop out whips like magic I'm living lavish They mad 'cause they never had it Word |
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