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letra de mvp - prayforjoeyy

[intro]:
huh, bit90
huh, joeyy

[verse 1]:
i don’t f-ck with no lame keep my distance
keep my name out your mouth mind your business
if that kitty so good i might risk it
might go cheat on my b-tch just like tristan

if we keeping it real i can’t fake it
how you switch on your gang just to make it
might go pop me a pill now i’m racing
remember trapping the yo in the bas-m-nt

i feel like i’m lebron hit a fadeaway
couple bands i just spent on a takeaway
if the cops pull me over it’s a getaway
keep your head up today’s gonna be a better day

put my b-tch in that all white vlone
remember grinding so hard now we on
yeah that n-gga so fake he a peon
might go jack all his sh-t then i’m gone

all of this amo i’m sending it back
when i was down on my d-ck i don’t know where you was at
you was probably in the club busy bumping my tracks
busy focused on ass i was chasing these racks
i can’t hang with no n-gga that’s focused on that
i got dreams i have to chase ima see you in the front
i’ve been high since a jit i got gas in my lungs
riding around in the y with these sticks and em’ drums
man i feel like young thug i’ve been just having fun

she give me top top might go dumb
i’m in a drop top i’m on the run
yea my b-tch got a crop top with the bun

i don’t f-ck with no snitch no federal
five stars in my hood yea i’m a general
yea these n-ggas tried to hit me with subliminals
how you try to hit me with that sh-t
when you know that your bank account looking so minimal

dive in that b-tch like cannonball
you know im a beast like animal
i got plenty of racks like sentifold
heard that n-gga a rat we know he told

all that lean i might spill in my drink
walk around with my choppa my bl!ck
out of sp-ce man i feel like i’m rick
you ain’t smoking on gas it don’t stink

[verse 2]:
i’m with the gang five star hotel
we trapping bricks moving with the bells
catching these hoes man i feel like odell
that boy got no sticks he just ran out of sh-lls

designer my jeans when i walk on rodeo
why you acting so hard when you ain’t from the ghetto
i just pull out my foreign i ain’t whipping no renault
i just got my t–th done now i got ice from my dental

had to lay this sh-t down for my youngins that’s sacrifice
you ain’t been where i been sorry i cannot take your advice
if you double cross me then you know i ain’t thinking twice
if the b-tch she a fiend then i might just make her my wife

got a drake in the back ima let that sh-t squeeze
how you moving like that i just do it with ease
since a youngin i’ve been on my q’s and my p’s
i can’t panic it’s all in my head gotta breathe

- prayforjoeyy

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