Order My Steps (Dear Lord)
Oh LordYoung Thug
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh, find me, oh lord
They need to free me, aye
Oh my, oh lord
Like I just seen a whole key
Gun work magic like a genie
Expensive, my fabric, don't need it
Your bitch, she got a butt-head, Beavis
You know I'm kickin' shit like Fila
I really what you cat, no kitty
If i ain't talkin' to you, no speakin'
You know a nigga slidin' like a dick head
So muthafucka, you fuckin' weak ass
I'm only fucking you for the weekend
She said she need a hundred just to begin
Shawty wet cause she has a sea fetish
Niggas stand in line for the pretest
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Make your girl gimme that turtle neck
Stop me flat like "where that girl at?"
100K can't fit where your purses at
Hundred bill come through the mail like where them curses at?
Hundred bitches boolin' on the job
I done spend two hard earn on the clock
Don't think I'm a jay when I wear rocks
Minks on the floor, I ain't need no socks
They wanna take it down
They wanna what?
What they want?
They wanna take it down
Come on, come on already
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh, find me, oh lord
They need to free me, aye
Oh my, oh lord
Like I just seen a whole key
Gun work magic like a genie
Expensive, my fabric, don't need it
Your bitch, she got a butt-head, Beavis
You know I'm kickin' shit like Fila
I really what you cat, no kitty
If i ain't talkin' to you, no speakin'
You know a nigga slidin' like a dick head
So muthafucka, you fuckin' weak ass
I'm only fucking you for the weekend
She said she need a hundred just to begin
Shawty wet cause she has a sea fetish
Niggas stand in line for the pretest
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Make your girl gimme that turtle neck
Stop me flat like "where that girl at?"
100K can't fit where your purses at
Hundred bill come through the mail like where them curses at?
Hundred bitches boolin' on the job
I done spend two hard earn on the clock
Don't think I'm a jay when I wear rocks
Minks on the floor, I ain't need no socks
They wanna take it down
They wanna what?
What they want?
They wanna take it down
Come on, come on already
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh my, oh my, oh my
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Steven Howse, Orlando Clarence Watson, Bradford Marquis Ray, Glenn Burleigh
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