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lux - ibn inglor lyrics

[verse 1]
these n-ggas talk fashion
this lux of a life i be having
you n-ggas couldn’t grasp it, you n-ggas to average
you talk that sh-t, but couldn’t walk it either
these n-ggas know me, for the motherf-cking gold in the t–th
but i keep it lowkey
in these motherf-cking streets
where these b-tches slow grind for a motherf-cking g
insanity roams in the motherf-cking beat
but i’m scr-pping through my demons for a motherf-cking beast
locking all the doors till you motherf-ckers see
that this n-gga inglor is the motherf-cking key
god, let me slow down for the lord
if sinning was a fashion, i’d die for a cause
women never ride for the boa but i’m digging through my mind for a blood
through my mind for a blood diamond

[hook]
versace souls, balenciaga gold
balmain jeans with a watch of a king
this lux of a life finna’ rob me, dang
finna’ rob me dang, n-gga
finna’ rob me dang, finna’ me dang, n-gga
yeah n-gga, finna’ rob me dang

[verse 2]
load it till the motherf-cking cl!ck go
i’m a motherf-cking schizo
last through the silence, i’ll p-ss through the violence
of the motherf-cking stragg’s and the simp’s
ride with the pimps, set aside all the chips
cause money making venue will surprise h-lla sh-t
n-ggas trip hard when the broads let ’em hit
like p-ssy run everything, nah it ain’t sh-t, n-gga
i p-ss h-lla blunts, hit your b-tch n-gga
the mafia runs h-lla sh-t, n-gga
you probably never hit a l!ck, but you run with a clique
n-gga you a simp, n-gga
your n-ggas never load up a clip, let explode on your hip
but you ‘spose to repent, cause sinning to the lord is below h-lla sh-t
send ’em to the gawd, so he know that is i, ah

[hook]

[bridge]
load it for us, load it for us
load it for us, tell these b-tches just to hold it for us
and they hold the doors cause the king finna’ rise on that -ss
and they hold the doors cause the queen finna’ p-ss on that -ss

[verse 3]
yeah b-tches bow down n-gga, n-gga
yeah b-tches bow down to the god like i
swords to the core, feel the wrath like ahh
cloth is simons and the hat is don
n-ggas know i am what you aren’t and more
push me to the stars with the hands of god
switch it to allah with akbar, not the frank the ocean
my car never starts, so this can’t be noticed
b-tches hold me down to the, nah
i said that enough for the night
let me get into what these wh0r-‘s on tonight
so my n-ggas pull the card so they sure they gon’ ride
let my n-ggas know if you blow, let my n-ggas know if you go
let me pull the clothes from these hoes, nah
put it to the nose of these hoes
so they spot is filling, and they blow can show

[hook]

- ibn inglor lyrics

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