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lirik lagu summrs – prayer

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[intro]
i’m~

[chorus]
hop out the pj then get on the yacht
probably stay worried ‘bout money i got
stop pocket watchin’, ain’t worried ’bout what you got (woah)
fell asleep, nodding off of the wock
woke up next morning to a pretty thot
she foreign, brazil, she callin’ me papi (bnyx)

[verse]
yeah, yeah
it’s like a domino effect with all these hoes
the way that i’m knockin’ them down, one by one, that’s how that sh~t go
she eatin’ me up, it’s so good, yeah
she do that sh~t just like a pro (woah)
woah
i’m with luh kranky on stage, we paid for days, lil’ n~gga, okay (yeah)
i wanted this sh~t in my way, i’m runnin’ up rackades everyday
go play in this one, i’ll crack your noggin like some crème brûlée
i know this sh~t i’m finna say is cliché, but at your sh~t like a temp fade, yeah
aight, let me hop on with some swag
i’m up in my bag, she shakin’ that ass
long as she keep shakin’ that ass, she gon’ keep bein’ able to brag
just hopped out of first class
just me and jason, we got jet lag
24/7 in the stu’, that’s how i generate these motherf~ckin’ blues
b~tch, i’m poppin’ these blues, i’m sipping on juice, i don’t sip on grey goose
in the two~tone maybach truck, this b~tch get to bouncin’ like a kangaroo
with my dawgs hangin’ out of the roof, but them n~ggas no~rules, them n~ggas gon’ shoot
got the title to this maybach, lil’ b~tch, i could show you the motherf~ckin’ proof
this b~tch got some motherf~ckin’ guala
this b~tch pull a white man daughter
started poppin’ them blues up in florida
swear to god, these b~tches make me smarter
this b~tch said she likin’ my twin
i just told the b~tch i’ll do my thing
in the big body, take up two lanes
this b~tch gave me helmut lang
i ain’t the one to buy you a ring
i ain’t the one to pop out with you out up in public, but baby girl, you know i got fame
these drugs keepin’ me sane
in the ‘cat, blowin’ out the brain
on the moon, thinkin’ bout everything
this sh~t turning out strange (i’m working on dying, bnyx)
hoes moan my name
they wanna f~ck me now
i’ll buy you a patek philippe if you gon’ hold sh~t down
stop f~ckin’ with these clowns
and when it’s finna go down, i’m ten toes on the f~ckin’ ground
my brothers put they trust in me, i’ll spray the whole sixty rounds
i like my b~tches brown
that p~ssy got me like “wow”
that sh~t got me like “woah”
you tryna take my soul
won’t bend, i won’t fold
in the can, i’m ten toes
that big doodie up on a soul
you know how that sh~t go (shh)
i’m gettin my m’s
i ain’t takin no l’s
h~ll nah, i’m not them
b~tch, you’ll go to h~ll
and i’ma meet you there
and that’s real sh~t, i don’t care, yeah
yeah, sippin’ on this drank, it feel like i’m fallin’ down the stairs
i’m poppin’ my sh~t two times, three times, this sh~t ain’t fair
she sit on this d~ck like a chair, she feel me anywhere without a care
that’s why i f~ck with you, baby girl, this probably why we was meant to be together
she stuck on me just like some feathers
i just spilled some lean on my leather
and i think this sh~t gon’ last forever
not talkin’ ’bout you, talkin’ ‘bout the cheddar
anytime and any weather
and you know that i’ma f~ck you better
i’m on drugs, baby, say a prayer
i be sendin’ hearts, say a prayer
[chorus]
hop out the pj then get on the yacht
probably stay worried ‘bout money i got
stop pocket watchin’, ain’t worried ’bout what you got (woah)
fell asleep, nodding off of the wock
woke up next morning, to a pretty thot
she foreign, brazil, she callin’ me papi (bnyx)


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