Clipse - Let God Sort Em Out Album Cover
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Clipse — Inglorious Bastards Lyrics (ft. Ab-Liva)

When we are together, we got power
We have shifted from having a seizure (Yeah)
About what the man gots to see then what we need (Haha)
Burn baby, burn

Catch me in the kitchen where the dope is
With an apron that’s whiter than the coke is (This is culturally inappropriate)
Spread distribution wide open
Now all the smokers call ’em Moses
Heron browner than baby roaches
Got your bitch bent over like scoliosis
Watching Tiafoe at the Open
That’s the only back and forth that I’m hostin’
We really netted what we grossin’
By they way I’m writing this on the ocean (This is culturally inappropriate)
By the way this anchor is really frozen
By the way the sink is being loaded
‘Cause by they way this thinker’s really chosen
Head halo-in’, seated in a Linc foreign
Name a bitch who ain’t goin’
Two tone with the Royce-Rollin’, just a glimpse what the boy holdin’
Knockin’ over all you toy soldiers
One plus four acres, no neighbors
I remember the days of no cable
Colombian stallions in the stable
With natural titties and no navels
Only work gettin’ done is on the table
Death to skimmers and shavers
I’m allergic to anything other than money behavior

Inglorious, victorious
Wide body B-I-G like notorious
Tell me are we traffickin’ or trickin’
Somebody gotta show me the difference
Sand on everywhere whenever I wrote shit
Under my boots, nigga, nothing but goat shit (This is culturally inappropriate)
I was fine getting rich under their noses
Today a nigga celebrate to ya and post it
Saltwater tears cooked with sodium
McLaren hypercar, no petroleum
Back then Kid worked on linoleum
That thinking got me standing on this podium
Chopped the roof off, nigga this couture
A Virginia nigga driving in New York (This is culturally inappropriate)
Speed trap duckin’, my pits was too dark
The money’s in the trailer car, fuck what you thought

Been playin’ in the snow like Rudolph
In a 2 door, roof helping me cool off
Chains on me like Slick Rick the Ruler
Seats white but it sits blacker than Umar
Niggas tryna stop my play
Parisian nights, private rooms and [?] pray the season’s right
Louis Vuitton hug my arms
Scribbled in red, blood diamonds flood my charm
(This is culturally inappropriate)
The chauffer’s a maid
Flights are chartered, the villas and the hills all paved
Blood is spilled, ring finger names engraved
Shirts are silk, the yacht light flags are waved

Inglorious, Victorious
Wide body B-I-G like notorious
Tell me are we traffickin’ or trickin’
Somebody gotta show me the difference

Sazid Kabir

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