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The Master Video (MV)




Performed By: Luxury Crumb
Length: 3:10
Written by: Michael Glover Jr, William Moore




Luxury Crumb - The Master Lyrics




Treat me like the sensei
I don't care what men say
I consider God to be a broad
With a thin waist

I been up for 10 days
Rolling up Pun Jets
Blunts obese
Chopped cheese cause I'm hungry

Fatboy etiquette
OffWhite tube socks

Bow to the Master

I don't care what men say
Bitch ima sensei

Bow to the Master

Oh on the contrare
You do not belong here
I brought you all this way
So I can flip out my lawn chair

Boy play the game right
I got me a new whip
We are not the same
We just arrived on the same ship
But thats the difference

Escucha me
Or whatever language you listen in
This cotton's for the picking
I better not catch you pinching it

Because Im listening
And Im watching
And if you put a penny in ya pocket
Im chopping, Im cheffing
I eat niggas like you for breakfast
Feed me ya seeds I'm treating niggas like seconds

And if not so vivid the picture my nigga
Bow to the Master

Okay, everyone of my verses ain't
Black Lives Matter
Not a down south trapper
Not a Midwest, Westcoast rapping nigga
I'm still the master
I'm still a master

I don't care what men say
Bitch ima sensei

I could teach a masterclass on swagger
To a whole nation of Kappas
Every chapter round the atlas
Every campus nigga
I'm still the master

Bow to the Master

Waited til I was 32 to be a f*ckin rapper
I switched up the rhyme flow
Switched up the patterns

Bow to the Master

Treat me like the sensei
I don't care what men say
I control your lives and your vibes
In a big way

I am just a thin paper I hold weight tho
Money on your mind
U gon move when I say so

Bow to the Master

The whole world f*cked off the dollar
Women sell they flower
Niggas is pushing powder
People sellin they people

Capitalism the second coming of Slav...
U know what f*ck it
We just want some nice things

A shiny new conflict diamond
For the right Queen
A sports car to drive slow
Through the pipe dreams

I been prankin the OnStar since 19
Now Siri talkin to a nigga all spicy
Is it WiFi of Wifey?
RIP Momar Gaddafi
Free money
Free moneys not likely
You ain't gotta like me

Bow to the Master
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Treat me like the sensei
I don't care what men say
I consider God to be a broad
With a thin waist

I been up for 10 days
Rolling up Pun Jets
Blunts obese
Chopped cheese cause I'm hungry

Fatboy etiquette
OffWhite tube socks

Bow to the Master

I don't care what men say
Bitch ima sensei

Bow to the Master

Oh on the contrare
You do not belong here
I brought you all this way
So I can flip out my lawn chair

Boy play the game right
I got me a new whip
We are not the same
We just arrived on the same ship
But thats the difference

Escucha me
Or whatever language you listen in
This cotton's for the picking
I better not catch you pinching it

Because Im listening
And Im watching
And if you put a penny in ya pocket
Im chopping, Im cheffing
I eat niggas like you for breakfast
Feed me ya seeds I'm treating niggas like seconds

And if not so vivid the picture my nigga
Bow to the Master

Okay, everyone of my verses ain't
Black Lives Matter
Not a down south trapper
Not a Midwest, Westcoast rapping nigga
I'm still the master
I'm still a master

I don't care what men say
Bitch ima sensei

I could teach a masterclass on swagger
To a whole nation of Kappas
Every chapter round the atlas
Every campus nigga
I'm still the master

Bow to the Master

Waited til I was 32 to be a f*ckin rapper
I switched up the rhyme flow
Switched up the patterns

Bow to the Master

Treat me like the sensei
I don't care what men say
I control your lives and your vibes
In a big way

I am just a thin paper I hold weight tho
Money on your mind
U gon move when I say so

Bow to the Master

The whole world f*cked off the dollar
Women sell they flower
Niggas is pushing powder
People sellin they people

Capitalism the second coming of Slav...
U know what f*ck it
We just want some nice things

A shiny new conflict diamond
For the right Queen
A sports car to drive slow
Through the pipe dreams

I been prankin the OnStar since 19
Now Siri talkin to a nigga all spicy
Is it WiFi of Wifey?
RIP Momar Gaddafi
Free money
Free moneys not likely
You ain't gotta like me

Bow to the Master
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Writer: Michael Glover Jr, William Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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