I Cant Sing But For You Fuck It I Will

She ask me Prody what's your type
Shawty it don't really matter it's the vibe
That can truly show me if you're really mine
Rather smoke with me don't trust these other guys
Only one to reach you deep inside your mind

Pray to God I did
Blessed a nigga way too much you got that coochie grip
Sometimes I stare at you when you be doing random shit
I can't believe inside this chaos you're the one I'm with

Pray to God I did
Pray to God I did
Pray to God I did
Pray to God I did

You know you can trust me
Don't want these bitches
Too many leeches wanting my money
I got a catalogue of the pussy that ended up running
Dancing like Carlton
Coz I be glad they left
Gone with the smoke yeah
Some of them got me depressed
Now I have you in the mix
Got me thinking about my kids
Shouting my name from the bench
While I be getting the cheque
Got a lighter for my spliff
Even if you disappear
I'll still be

Pray to God I did
Pray to God I did
Pray to God I did
Pray to God I did



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Writer(s): Nhlakanipho Mpanza
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