LVD - Lord Give Me Strength lyrics

[Verse 1: LVD] Lord give me strength, I never will estimate Under/over your powers, my n***as called me a coward 'Cause I refrained from my doubt within hours Flowers I'll keep under your tower, now we're tasting that the sour ain't sweet Sizzle, Mr. Sizzle, Sizzle Lord, my n***a, can I call you Yung? (No) My n***a, I apologize for going dumb I just wanted your forgiveness and a feature 'cause honestly, I'm your fan and the biggest I think you're Jeter of hip-hop, n***a, you speak to me And that sh** you did with Smegma... (That Crunchwrap Supreme?) When your verse began I done lost my virginity Bump it on a bootleg CD Standing up to my enemies, hand up in b**hes' panties My denim's soaking, I'm anxiously waiting to make you gently Make love to me, f** me rough like a s*ut 'Cause you be looking real cuddly Baby, you said on HERP that you f**ed a daddy, so join me in the back of this Caddy and feel the fatty [Verse 2: LVD] I got a job at the local neighborhood Fridays And I'm aware of your love for the cheesesticks and cherry limeade And baby, I'll give 'em free but you gotta make me a promise You're gonna f** me sideways, occasionally in the projects My momma called me an alcoholic, and said I ain't fit for my daughter f** it, let's just frolic I wanna feel your brolic figure once I make you dinner Naked, showing you my college knowledge, I'm a Jenner Call me Caitlyn, I know you're Blasian, that's funny 'Cause I was born in Taiwan, but three quarters a Haitian Our common interests are money, and b**hes, and weed, and cereal The latter's me if we're never getting bacterial Murals to material eyes, we'll be imperial Semen is lies, this ain't venereal Eerie, the chiba showed me this moment before it happened I'm badly embarra**ed that I have chatted your ear in half And, I just... love you... [Verse 3: Lord Sizzle] Say hello to my little friend, you creepy a** n***a Now I'm finna dip in the Benz I'm peelin' in the candy orange palette on ritalin My knickers leather like the f**in' seats I be sittin' in, I get it in n***as always looking for features, the same n***as that be tweeting in the stadium bleachers And making everyone around inhale the stank from they sneakers They talkin' sh** about the Lord while adjusting the beakers You b**h n***as need to unplug ya speakers I'm finna hop on LA Leakers, give you n***as these heaters like Marcus Peters Did it all in wife beaters and white Adidas Wifi Waifu's on the corner of Southern in printed cheetah Meanwhile, I got a new b**h and we dippin' out Bolorado She thick, likes to s** a dick and she swallows Mulatto, designing my grotto hollow Wherever Lord Sizzle goes, she follows [Verse 4: Lord Sizzle] This one goes to Sizzle from 808 If you didn't know me, n***a, I'm stealing ya dinner plate You a diet Future, who's a diet Pain Changed the moniker 'cause I don't want to share a f*ggot's name sh**, I'm scatterbrained Finna calibrate the caliber of rappers Most these n***as poppin' shouldn't crack the twenties up on Napster Fatter n***as runnin' faster, skinny n***as turn to Casper Cappin' daily, sippin' Baileys, it ain't nothin' 'cause ya'll actors f** up out here Lord give 'em strength