The Loard - 32 lyrics

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The Loard - 32 lyrics

The Loard: Yo Dan Loar came to rap in the Acura Stacks in the back Joe Av in the pa**enger Don't slack or we're pa**in' ya Ma**acre rappers with ma**ive vernacular Backflip into foreign cars like I'm Bronsolino You'll get torn apart if you've got a weak flow You can not compete, bro. I'm real sh** You're a hot dorito to a jalepeño Drop your ego You're not a player, you're a ball dropper I'm about to slay 'em you should call coppers I work all night then crash... like Paul Walker You a small size to a super big gulp I scrawl rhymes into stupid kids' skulls All rise, the judicial official of rap Get wild like kids at dismissal of cla** A superlative flow and a one track mind Earning the dough when I'm on that grind Burst in the door then I unload a clip Before you dumbs know what hit you Cold and frigid. Frozen over, I'm freezing, b**h I hold the globe on my fingertips Vocals known to leave broken noses and bleeding lips The Devil's past time is using idle hands So keep busy or make suicidal plans Get shot in the face if you're placing charges I'm on top of my game but they hate regardless I may seem harmless, but I'm actually a menace If you laughed at me before, don't come asking me for business You're rapidly diminished so the peace is restored You don't have to be religious to believe in The Loard