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lon lucci - pray 2 me lyrics

yeah, watchu on… watchu on? pull up…

yeah, watchu on? pull up on your f+ckin block, make it storm
baby i can’t love you nah, its too hard
baby im a f+ckin god, come pray to the lord

yeah [yeah] watchu on? pull up on your f+ckin block, make it storm
baby i can’t love you nah, [nah] its too hard
baby im a f+ckin god, come pray to the lord. [come pray to the lord]

come check out these racks these ain’t no ones baby these dubs [dubs]
all my b+tchs tired of me, i dont know how to love
[i dont know how to love]
i took all my problems and i turned them into shrugs
[i turned them into shrugs]
i took all my problems and i turned them into shrugs

i took all my b+tchs and i put them in dior. that makes me a hypocrite cuz i dont own dior
you can shoot your shot at my b+tch but you will not score. [nah]
you can’t trust her either better go watch your back door
sorry im a wh+re, rari, roar. [vroom]
i dont own a rari cuz im tryna own a house first. i might f+ck lil baby but i have to test her mouth first
b+tch im from the east but i be trappin on the outskirts

its a drought, so im charging two a zip. [i need that money]
please dont doubt, lil woldy this is fish. [this sh+t is right]
for the clout, i won’t even take a risk. [it ain’t worth it]
different rout, there is too many ways to get ha
ha, so tell me, [yeah] watchu on? pull up on your f+ckin block, make it storm
baby i can’t love you nah, [nah] its too hard
baby im a f+ckin god, come pray to the lord. [come pray to the lord]

come check out these racks these ain’t no ones baby these dubs. [dubs]
all my b+tchs tired of me, i dont know how to love
[i dont know how to love]
i took all my problems and i turned them into shrugs
i took all my problems and i turned them into shrugs

i dont need advice, this is drip ay. [this is drip]
she can’t kick it if she ain’t download my mixtape. [nah]
i remember i was dusty in the sixth grade, now i can get you hit and hit your b+tch and get her rent paid
boy im on yo a++, but im still on my job. my runner hit my line, i asked him what he on?
i cut your boyfriend off, [he off] he talk to much on phones
yo b+tch is at my door, just tell her i ain’t home
dont ask whats in my wallet, ask whats in my styrofoam
i told lil bro stop touching me, that n+gga high as drones. [he high]
dont disrespect the gang my guy, we’ll pull up to your home. [skrrr]
and we’ll throw you a party but this ain’t that type of fun. [nah]

yeah, so tell me, [yeah] watchu on? pull up on your f+ckin block, make it storm
baby i can’t love you nah, [nah] its too hard
baby im a f+ckin god, come pray to the lord. [come pray to the lord]
come check out these racks these ain’t no ones baby these dubs. [dubs]
all my b+tchs tired of me, i dont know how to love
[i dont know how to love]
i took all my problems and i turned them into shrugs
i took all my problems and i turned them into shrugs

- lon lucci lyrics

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