Waiting on the Comin' of My Lord Songtext
von Glen Campbell

Aye, aye

Faking these bitches my heart is cold
Breaking the system, I'm paid, I know
Tryna deriver your thinking I'm (?)
Take your life and your liver for taking my dough
I'm violent, I'm brutal they already know
It's a curse and a gift like a lock and a code
Cold like cold soldiers I'm locked and I'm loaded
You niggas ain't booming you niggas is bogus
Bitches be tryna get over and over
But I am a king so it ain't no over
Colder than sores on your lip in the open
I pull up on (?)
She's not my wife, but that bitch is devoted
My soul is so lifted I have no emotions
Fuck what you sayin' my nigga you (?)


These bitches be fine, they lovin' my ride
She pull in my
I would not lie, I would not lie
Fuck it promise I lied
20 on 5's, 20 on 5 bands
Like hop in my ride, because of the sky
Where [?] you niggas be drive
Hop in my ride
Sparkles been light up inside
Niggas be fakin' they pride
Bitches so fake they just hit it two sides
Fucking your nigga while you was outside
Karma a bitch but fuck it I like her
Sponsored by Nike I do it and brutal they already know
It's a curse and a gift like a lock and a code
Cold like cold soldiers I'm locked and I'm loaded
You niggas ain't booming you niggas is bogus
Bitches be tryna get over and over
But I am a king so it ain't no over
Colder than sores on your lip in the open
I pull up on (?)
She's not my wife, but that bitch is devoted
My soul is so lifted I have no emotions
Fuck what you sayin' my nigga you (?)
Thought I was finished but bitch I keep going
Flow is so crazy you niggas annoying