Horseshoe Gang - Lord Lord Lord lyrics

[Hook: Kenny] Lord, lord, lord I ain't ever seen a chick so bad Yo, I mean this chick so bad Oh, lord, lord, lord Had you ever seen this chick I had You'd agree this chick is cash My lord, lord, lord I fiend for chicks this bad My meaning isn't to brag But lord, lord, lord If you was blessed to meet this chick I had You'd agree your chick is trash My lord, lord, lord [Verse 1: Kenny] Gingerly she step in, she could teach a lesson How to take away a breath and take away your stressin' Get rid of the depression, she was riveting, refreshin' She was great to see undressin' She was physically blessed and picture a perfection Better than the next and thicker than the rest is Prettiest expressions, even when we s**in' I would get up in it every minute, every second Mentally complexin', cinnamon complexion Should've been an essence, even loved her essence Called her Smith & Wesson, deadly as a weapon Think she was the physical embodiment of heaven Lord, lord [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder Well, the whole world must behold her Her beauty is unequivocal Trying to give it description is difficult I'mma stick with this chick, won't get rid of this chick We inseparable, we indivisible You got good genes, no acid wash You're the flyest sting, her a** is a wasp Ass is ma**ive, never seen an a** as sick Whenever her a** sits down my a** sit and watch Damn, she's so stunning I'm wondering how her swagger is cold, but she hot Nah, don't answer, I know she's a gangrene and she's leavin' bad to the bone [Hook: Kenny] [Verse 3: Demetrius Capone] I was floored when this gorgeous chick just came through that door Man, she so fly tonight she might soar A sight for sore eyes, but not no eyesore If I score with her, call that a high score And just like the chorus, oh my lord (wait a minute) I be itching and itching to get her attention Not to mention I've envisioned her sitting her up in the kitchen Not to get her to wash the dishes But lifting her on the counter and then I'm knocking her down She finger-licking delicious (wait a minute, wait) Face like Aaliyah, shaped like Alicia Taste like a piece of cake when I eat her, wait 'til I freak her Frame like a Beyonce, need to make her my fiance Can't wait til I greet her Lord, lord [Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] You are a picture of gorgeousness I only see you, I ignore these chicks I want you to come over to my place I used to be a player, but I changed You make a n***a wanna get on a different page And get rid of my old page like MySpace I mean just look at this broad's face Ass, tits, thighs, waist You fly from your head to your toes I'mma give you a rose, you need flowers like a vas, vase Lord, lord, oh lord You wanna f** with me then I'm on board I'mma get this woman to cum for me Cause she the kind of woman that I'd go for [Hook]