Shontelle - Oh Lord lyrics

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Shontelle - Oh Lord lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, let Jesus take the wheel of a Phantom, baby! Close my eyes, wake up, I'm in Atlanta baby Who put the magic in Magic City? Meech did Who popping magnum bottles with Diddy? Me kid Tell ‘em where the beast is, somewhere where the beach is Leaning back in my beach chair, yeah I'm something like a leap year n***as don't see me that often in this 'Rari But n***a, we here! Firm baby, it's like I got Usher Raymond in this Backwood Let it burn, baby! (Weed make n***as so emotional) I gotta pull out that hundred 'fore ya'll can poke it with holes We in the Poconos, strokin' hoes til they open those - leggings n***as ain't begging, we gettin' Oprah dough Money over b**hes, till I'm f**ing Oprah, so Back away from my Phantom, so I can open do' [Hook: Game & Shontelle] Marble floors, Lamborghini doors Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord! Hangin' out the window on the West Side, West Side, West Side Smoking green you ain't never seen! (Can I hit that?) Just hold it firm baby [Verse 2] Take a puff out it Then run it tell puff about it Copped a Bent on that Master P sh**, we bought it, bought it Up in Greystone, it's too f**ing crowded Let's hit Supperclub after supper, blood Say my n***a nip in that b**h, what's up with cuh? f** with cuh, blood, got guns it's on the up and up f** with blood, cuh got hundred n***as just rolling up Still Soo Woo, gotta give it to my n***as, man My n***a Skeme, my n***a Wayne My n***a Joe Moses got the hoes opened My n***a YG winning, I kept the door opened Can't forget about my n***a Top Dawg Put Kendrick on a pedestal where thou shall not fall One love to my lil n***a Problem Got the LA turned up, like whaaat? [Hook 2] Marble floors, Lamborghini doors Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord! Hangin' out the window on the West Side, West Side, West Side Smoking green you ain't never seen! (Can I hit that?) You smokin' sherm baby? [Outro] n***a, what a f**? I'm from the Valley We don't smoke sherm I don't know what ya'll do in Compton But in the 818 we put weed in weed n***a, you're tripping (I'm just f**ing with you, I wouldn't lace your weed) Oh, f** it then, let's smoke

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