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gilbere forte - pray lyrics

your time of death, my cost to living
michigan feeling n-gg-, real white jordan 6’s
went to school in the burbs, but don’t make no
difference
white boys on my team, go harder than n-gg-s
we the best in the game but your coach ain’t never
listen
unsigned like a motherf-cker, now the labels fishing
signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cause i ain’t
feel the dough
got a cool meal, on black shepherds, i know you but i’m
cool bro
all black, all black, all black, my n-gg-, but you a
known christian
your mama dressed you for church n-gg- who you kidding
d-ck in the booty -ss n-gg-s, you must be sh-t
they say i’m the greatest in the world, but i’ma tryina
live it
party -ss got all the b-tches, pg kind agot all the
b-tches
i’m a treal n-gg-, in h-ll 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 c-ke lines in the bathroom, baddes b-tches live the
wild life
saw b-tches 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 b-tch, parking her whip
talking…both of y’all need to get off of my d-ck, d-ck
a n-gg- 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 f-ck did i marry
her?

life’s a b-tch but she suck a good d-ck
hands fatter than the bottom of a …sitting low on 23
inch
shush, belly of the beast but i ain’t hungry though
vegan life for you pop rose, i know…flow
andre …when i walk oh, …sweater when i’m laying low
i’m on the back and neat blowing heylows
with …by the case loads
one day i’ma ball like, jay dub and susu
on a private jet to el ritmo, instagraming my phone too
wanna play by the…god d-mn, must be crazy
f-cking like i’m in the 80’s, ’87 i been that baby
bombs, bombs, blown away, my swag done f-cked your
girls away
i sound myself, put your clothes away, rock here the
beat, that’s a throwaway
can’t find the body, motherf-cking cold case, f-ck
everybody
y’all no g, middle finger to them n-gg-s d-ck 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
…that’s outside, i’m coming home, that grammy time
… 4 mile blood, i wheel that…
that i knew all life, you n-gg-s gift…
n-gg-, you think this the death of a dynasty
this art of war, … of me, i’ve been quite too long
jay y n-gg- p-ss 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.

- gilbere forte lyrics

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