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letra de nobody prays 4 me - mar90s

[hook]
yeah, i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me
i feel like n-body pray for me, pray for me

[verse]
yeah, i feel like n-body pray
i’ma be good regardless
you gotta wait and see
sometimes i think to myself
i think to myself why n-gg-s gon hate
but n-gg-s gon hate when you laughing to the bank
i remember i was broke, no guap to my name
i remember i was broke, they used to laugh at me
now i laugh at them ’cause i’m counting benjamin’s, yeah
and they in the same place that i left them in, d-mn
curtains closed, back seat gettin top up in the benz, yeah
broke my baby heart because i f-ck all of her friends, d-mn
we could f-ck on molly, percocet’s, but not no xans, ew
pop all of these pills i wanna see just how you’ll feel now
don’t talk to me ’bout nothin ‘less you talkin’ bout them millions
i just bought my b-tch a weave i think it was brazilian
n-gg-s change they colors everyday like a chameleon
n-gg-s change they colors everyday like a chameleon

[interlude]
yeah, i feel like n-body pray
i feel like n-body pray
i feel like n-body pray for me, yeah
i feel like n-body pray for me, yeah
i feel like n-body pray for me

[hook 2]
life is good i can’t complain no
life is good i can’t complain no
yeah i still be countin bank rolls
yeah i woke up to your main hoe
life is good i can’t complain no
she gon suck me when i say so
she gon suck me when i say so
life is good i can’t complain no
yeah i still be countin bank rolls
yeah i woke up to your main hoe

[verse 2]
everything is gucci, double g
i been droppin double g’s all in my codeine
all these drugs i pray to god i don’t od
try to run up on me and you gonna see my beam, yeah
i just got a ruger and it came right with the beam, yeah
shoot you in your stomach leave you layin’ down in the street, yeah
tried to tell you n-gg-s that ya’ll don’t know me, yeah
these margela jeans these ain’t no nudies, nah
all this gucci i can’t rock no coogi, nah
all this blue cheese, still won’t pay for coochie, nah
look into my eyes you gon think you seen a demon
lotta homicides and mommas cryin, when i see ones i beef wit it
yeah, i just f-cked this wh-r- i think she tryna trap me
yeah, she tryna keep it
if you have a baby by me b-tch
yeah, it gotta be a secret
and i still got love for my old hoes
but that don’t really matter though
what matters most is that i’m countin rolls
yeah

- mar90s

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