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letra de pray for 'em - mk47

only smokin’ on that potent
henny f-ckin’ up my motion
f-ck her rub her down in lotion
these boys are my sons, i’m the one coachin’
back out, hit it
i might get my coupe tinted
hit it for an hour, she came twice, but i ain’t even finish
high as f-ck, sp-ceship
see me, never say sh-t
pass me the rock, jay sh-t
i’m certified no drake sh-t
i hit up malachi, he bring the draco out, he going to up it
your homie in a blunt, you ain’t do none, i’m just chillin’ while i go puff it
don’t give a f-ck about nothin’
you ain’t with it you be bluffin’
bullets singin’ just like ruffin
hawk ’em down you know that he runnin’
yea
she call me the goat
my d-ck all up in her throat
told me she want to drive the boat
you know that i couldn’t say no
get to them mills, peso
shakin’ that ass, j lo
p-ssy poppin, ayo
going off the grid, feel like yeezy
sippin’ on that lean, trip getting sleepy
spittin’ fire in this b-tch, like i am weezy
uh uh uh, we turnin’ up i feel like tyson
presidential my wrist, joe biden
if it’s smoke you know i apply it
swervin’ down your, block flyin’
causing havoc, riot
brodie trap in queens just like fetty
shawty on facetime yea she wetty
giving me that neck, giving me that becky
this a new era, don’t think you is ready
you think everything a joke just like you eddie
this smoke i can send, that sh-t is so deadly
pop up out of nowhere just like i am freddy
brodie going to run ’em down like tyreek and he’ll throw bullets just like pat mahomes
had to spazz real quick on this sh-t dip blast and then i’m gone
only smokin’ on that potent
henny f-ckin’ up my motion
f-ck her rub her down in lotion
these boys are my sons, i’m the one coachin’
back out, hit it
i might get my coupe tinted
hit it for an hour, she came twice, but i ain’t even finish

don’t run, boy don’t trip
and i know a lil thot caught a shot through the whip
and it’s big mtf and i’m jackin’ my m
—– you can get shot if you spinnin’ for
in the booth smokin’ deadys on dead
leg shot, tell ’em walk again
dumb ass boy set him up with a b-tch
and these —— be dumb, —— think with they d-ck
ain’t no politickin’ with no f-ggot
he can talk all he want, still get beat with a ratchet
who the f-ck is these ——?
—– chattin’ they sh-t, still get beat by they daddy
and i’m fiendin’ itchin’ off a addy
hop out, robbin’ —— out they taxi
he want the smoke, so what’s up i won’t crash it
want to smoke on some deady, might as well just match it

- mk47

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