pray i die

Bitch, I'm smokin' marijuana, yeah
Smokin' marijuana, where ever I wanna, I'm a stoner
And I get my weed straight from California, ayy
Yeah, I got that juana, what you wanna cop? I got it, ayy

Oh, I loved you, I did
But, it's time to forgive and forget
'Cause, I got thirty bitches want me to fuck
I'm all up in her ribs
But it's time I admit my regrets
I did you dirty, did you dirty as fuck

Come and fuck with the kid
I ain't tryin' to live, pray I die
But I keep comin' right up out of the mud
What you call a sin
I call a part of my day
Get the fuck out my way
Say she gon' fuck but she gay

You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face
You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face
You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face
You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face

Oh, I loved you, I did
But, it's time to forgive and forget
'Cause, I got thirty bitches want me to fuck
I'm all up in her ribs
But it's time I admit my regrets
I did you dirty, did you dirty as fuck

Come and fuck with the kid
I ain't tryin' to live, pray I die
But I keep comin' right up out of the mud
What you call a sin
I call a part of my day
Get the fuck out my way
Say she gon' fuck but she gay

You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face
You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face
You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face
You got lucky today, you had nothin' to say
Won't say shit to my face, can't say shit to my face



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Writer(s): Kyle Johnson, Gustav Ahr, Braden Morgan
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