LoRd LuCN - A.S.S. lyrics

[Intro: Denzel Curry] Yeah, ayy LoRd Lu C N There’s time’s way back man When we used to smoke kush and just chill man In the Cadillac Seville man Just thinkin’ about the cosmos man You know astrology is where the knowledge be, you know? [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Ayy, my 8-track stay slap Way before I had a Cadillac with hub caps Way before a n***a ever rocked a wave cap Way before a n***a ever had to stay strapped ‘Cause these n***as still tripping, Cadillac’s dipping Still pistol gripping, foes still tip in Got hoes in the hotel just like the Tipton Making money off of square n***as that’s attempting To get in the box but they watching out for cops “Yo I hear the sirens, shh, stop!” Whoa, still, my 8-track still slaps Runnin’ through the city like a goddamn Mac Kaleidoscope colors in a brand new lac My goons in the back do not wear all black They wear white suits, it’s time for me to shoot It’s time that I get my bullets in time to recoup Regroup, I go back to the club with my troops With a bad b**h that’s on my side lookin’ like hoops Who, I’m in the club, who, rollin’ a dub, who? Who got the flavor lookin’ like flavor of love, who? Who got the model? Who, who got the bottle? Who? Who got the truth that’s looking and willing to follow, who? It’s Zeltron the hell spawn, you know this, uh It seems that I’m flying like lotus, uh I’m fly like a bird catching locusts, uh My 8-track stays on Black Moses, yeah [Bridge: Denzel Curry & Anna Wise] Way before wavy Yeah, you know the Isaac Hayes sh** Way before wavy (leggo) [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] My 8-track still slaps Way before a n***a ever had to write raps Way before a n***a ever had to peel caps Way before a n***a ever let the guns… Way before, way before, way before wavy Way before ’84, ’94 baby Way before many more you were born maybe Way before, way before O.J was crazy Driving Miss Daisy but I’m driving the Cadillac Two girls in the lac, hair braided to the back Sipping on some Similac, telling me to just relax One is kissing on my neck, the others on my nutsack She hide the dick, so where my nuts at? So deep inside, like where her guts at? Like Obi-Wan I had to cut that I bust my nut and then I cut back Drop them off, now it’s back to the mission Let me show you how we do it, High Definition Let the money talk, what the quarter said Chilling in my water bed Thinking ’bout the money, how to make the bread For instance, a lucrative business These n***as took the spot now I’m back with a vengeance Then I pay off the cops, putting stacks in they pension Look at the newspaper it’s not even worth mentioning The tabloid, I’m back boy The 8-track slaps in my lac boy [Outro: Anna Wise] Way before wavy Calm yourself That’ll make you move [?] Way before wavy Way before wavy Calm yourself Way before wavy Way before wavy