lirik lagu maf teeski & baby kia - prayer
[intro]
(ki, you cooked this?)
(ayo, run it up, rami)
(that n~gga nate crazy, okay, bet)
[chorus: maf teeski]
uh, swing my door and open up fire
i been gettin’ in trouble and postin’ bonds since i was a lil’ minor
his dumb ass got hit with a four~nick’, now he a diaper
free my brother, he ’bout to go to trial, you know that boy a fighter
you could catch us slidin’ 300s, we’ll come kit up your chrysler
say the wrong thing, we come through sparkin’ like a broke~ass lighter
i got a thing for all this lean and all these percs and roxys
like bk, i pray you die, i’m tryna catch a body
[verse 1: baby kia]
alright, okay, he say he tryna catch a hat
that’s cool, just let me know how you wanna slide, 39~duece or the track’
n~gga bunky, burnin’, come through, hit his micro, send him back
let 30 get on feet, pull out his eyeb~lls like the men in black
he think that we playin’, i send that blitz, they pull up stolen straight
bro know he not gettin’ paid for no legs, he shootin’ above the waist
run inside his spot and put the kel~tec to his snout
my young n~gga tryna drop somethin’, he not shootin’ up no houses
okay, let him get caught out of bounds, just know that n~gga f~cked, uh
it look like a holocaust, pull up big dually truck
n~gga think i’m sellin’ bricks, i’m droppin’ verses for these bucks
get out of line, i’ll drop a dime, i’ll get you hurt for these lil’ bucks
[verse 2: maf teeski]
mixin’ wock’ with a lil’ tuss’
it’s a ticket on his head, get out of line, we f~ck you up
remember i ain’t had no money and now my front two pockets stuffed
and we ain’t sharin’ clothes or rolls, but we don’t no f~ck ’bout sl~ts
uh, they ain’t on nothin’, all my opps, they ain’t on nothin’
when shots get let off, your ass be the first one runnin’
7.62s or he probably got hit with a b~tton
b~tch, i don’t follow rules
[chorus: maf teeski]
uh, swing my door and open up fire
i been gettin’ in trouble and postin’ bonds since i was a lil’ minor
his dumb ass got hit with a four~nick’, now he a diaper
free my brother, he ’bout to go to trial, you know that boy a fighter
you could catch us slidin’ 300s, we’ll come kit up your chrysler
say the wrong thing, we come through sparkin’ like a broke~ass lighter
i got a thing for all this lean and all these percs and roxys
like bk, i pray you die, i’m tryna catch a body
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