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Gilbere Forte - Pray lyrics
Your time of death, my cost to living
Michigan feeling nigga, real white jordan 6s
Went to school in the burbs, but dont make no difference
White boys on my team, go harder than niggas
We the best in the game but your coach aint never listen
Unsigned like a motherfucker, now the labels fishing
Signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cause I aint feel the dough
Got a cool meal, on black shepherds, I know you but Im cool bro
All black, all black, all black, my nigga, but you a known christian
Your mama dressed you for church nigga who you kidding
Dick in the booty ass niggas, you must be shit
They say Im the greatest in the world, but Ima tryina live it
Party ass got all the bitches, pg kind agot all the bitches
Im a treal nigga, in hell figure, my style leave you end up missing
Fashion killer, paris life, hobbing bob sinclair
3000 electro lights
Walk hard, and my soul glow, 3000 electro nights
Got coke lines in the bathroom, baddes bitches live the wild life
Saw bitches give the best head, standing up on my bed
Or drive a gold cart through the shopping mall
Staring up skirts no draws
Cruising in front of your bitch, parking her whip
Talking
both of yall need to get off of my dick, dick
A nigga came too far, to live a lie
I die young to be still alive
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Hah, who is surviving america, on the top floor, hysteria
Looking down to my life, like how the fuck did I marry her?Gilbere Forte - Pray - http://motolyrics.com/gilbere-forte/pray-lyrics.html
Lifes a bitch but she suck a good dick
Hands fatter than the bottom of a
sitting low on 23 inch
Shush, belly of the beast but I aint hungry though
Vegan life for you pop rose, I know
flow
Andre
when I walk oh,
sweater when Im laying low
Im on the back and neat blowing heylows
With
by the case loads
One day Ima ball like, jay dub and susu
On a private jet to el ritmo, instagraming my phone too
Wanna play by the
god damn, must be crazy
Fucking like Im in the 80s, 87 I been that baby
Bombs, bombs, blown away, my swag done fucked your girls away
I sound myself, put your clothes away, rock here the beat, thats a throwaway
Cant find the body, motherfucking cold case, fuck everybody
Yall no g, middle finger to them niggas dick ride to me
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
My daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessing
Summer time in 92, back seat, I was rolling benzes
thats outside, Im coming home, that grammy time
4 mile blood, I wheel that
That I knew all life, you niggas gift
Nigga, you think this the death of a dynasty
This art of war,
of me, Ive been quite too long
Jay y nigga pass that loud, smoking on that heaven
Can you see them clouds
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray
Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray