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big homiie g - praying on me lyrics

[intro]
prayin’ on my—
prayin’ i flop (these n+ggas prayin’ on my—)
ha+ha, woah
startin’ this sh+t off like this (woah)

[chorus]
these n+ggas prayin’ on my downfall (woah), they prayin’ i stop (stop)
like, “when he drop his album, i know he gon’ flop” (flop)
so many rumors goin’ around, i even heard i got shot (what?)
i walk around with 50k (shh), put it on your head, you gon’ drop (drop)
i know they plottin’ on my life, but it gon’ be hard to get me (for sure)
i ride bp in my city, i don’t like n+ggas ridin’ with me (no)
don’t give a f+ck how long you knew me, don’t sit behind me, n+gga (don’t do it)
this money’ll make a n+gga change, don’t try to lie to me, n+gga (don’t do it)
and i been goin’ through so much pain, the percs don’t even numb me (numb me)
every time i think about the bro, it make me sick to my stomach (woah)
the same people callin’ for money wouldn’t even give me nothin’ (what?)
had this ambition when i was young (young), so you never call me bummy (nah)

[verse]
i always give me somethin’, everybody put me last (last)
i ran the check up with image, now i be in my bag (phew)
already ran through an m, i’m tryna stack me one (woah)
last year i bought her a house, now i’m tryna build her one (my mom)
this chain cost 90k (cash) and that’s without the pendant (woah)
i been doin’ good for a minute, gotta thank god for this music (grateful)
get on these beats and vent (vent), this sh+t be therapure (therapur)
gotta keep that glock in my hand (why?) ’cause i know i’ll shoot it (baow)
[chorus]
these n+ggas prayin’ on my downfall (woah), they prayin’ i stop (stop)
like, “when he drop his album, i know he gon’ flop” (flop)
so many rumors goin’ around, i even heard i got shot (what?)
i walk around with 50k (shh), put it on your head, you gon’ drop (drop)
i know they plottin’ on my life, but it gon’ be hard to get me (for sure)
i ride bp in my city, i don’t like n+ggas ridin’ with me (no)
don’t give a f+ck how long you knew me, don’t sit behind me, n+gga (don’t do it)
this money’ll make a n+gga change, don’t try to lie to me, n+gga (don’t do it)
and i been goin’ through so much pain, the percs don’t even numb me (numb me)
every time i think about the bro, it make me sick to my stomach (woah)
the same people callin’ for money wouldn’t even give me nothin’ (what?)
had this ambition when i was young (young), so you never call me bummy (nah)

- big homiie g lyrics

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