prayers

Yo bitch, she gettin on knees like she holy Man
Pick up her panties while my hand around her throat again
Huh, I fucked it up, n now i'm in a coma 'gain
Shuttin down my system imma still make you a victim better

Pray, pray, pray, pray
Pray, pray, pray, pray

I got blades in every pocket of my fit yuh
If you testin me you test the wooden grip yuh
Yo girl call me when she lonely
Beat the pussy like i'm broly
How you thinkin you my homie you a kid
If I catch him with his map on that means i'm on his block
If his neighbours saw me spinning pay em so they ain't gonn talk
You a pussy and I know it from the way you fuckin walk
You ain't got on no vest this ain't a game boy this a glock, better

Pray, pray, pray, pray
Pray, pray, pray, pray



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Writer(s): Mona Earle-lambert
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