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letra de pray for me - tyler kinng

[intro]:
100,000
200
150
f-ck you talking about, man
d-mn

[verse 1]:
f-ck f-cking yo b-tch like i’m you
the difference is i’m not in love with her
i’m k!lling these b-tches and sh-tting on n-ggas like i got the bubblegum
f-ck n-gga, my pockets don’t swell like it just got hit with an uppercut
yo b-tch have been sucking my d-ck
she don’t think ice like a hockey puck
pull up in something that i can’t pr-nounce
well i guess i’m r-t-rded
smoking against some african b-tches
these hoes coming to america
i got their tech on me
i got their tech on me
eating their p-ssy
no recipe
sniping these n-ggas
no matter feat
n-gga went ahead and got an extra key
i whip it
i whip it
i whip it
i whip it
b-tch
don’t think for a minute you leave in a kitchen
young n-gga slamming his drop top
n-gga got some keys like a laptop
all in her mouth
mouthwash
and you know i’m with that heat
chris bosh
look at the fl!ck of my wrist
look at the ass on that b-tch
look at the tatt on that b-tch
running my check on my check
running the four flat in this b-tch
i’m like pull up in her
uh
uh
motherf-cker throwing like skrrt
skrrt
pull up in that p-ssy like skrrt
skrrt
i be like oh
she be like go
tell a n-gga he can get dropped like soap
tell a n-gga he can get a pistol to the throat
pow
tell a n-gga
pow
he can’t get a got d-mn thing but this dope
n-gga i pull up and shut the block down like i’m 12
my b-tches on lock and they can’t get no bail
i love how banks know fresh prince of bel-air
you n-ggas faker than michael jordan with hair
i go to that p-ssy that’s deep in that p-ssy
skrrt
i go so deep
i go so deep in that p-ssy
leaving n-ggas bodies in bushes
i’m stevie wonder
i’m not even looking
i’m cooking that dope and i sell it for cheap
skrrt
racks
stacks
put a p-ssy n-gga on his feet
pow
gats
boom
i got them birds in they coop
fresh like a steve harvey suit
i got my dollars up
tone down my collars up
hit that b-tch back
i just might model her but i won’t follow her
my blood name is oliver
n-gga is all of us and we all trap like a bag
something that’s fun
smoking that gas with a b-tch that you wish you could have
i’m catching bodies
i’m catching bodies
i’m catching bodies
b-tch if you want it, i got it
i keep me a chopper more than i keep a wallet
oh
f-ck what you say n-gga
everything good
lumberjack them b-tches
they get the work
chuckload it b-tch
and that’s how we do it
i blew out the candles and wish a n-gga would
tell my trick up n-gga
it’s you
f-ck n-gga
i be slaying
that’s a whip
it’s all good
it’s all gravy
now i’m busy
your b-tch is trying to b-tch
f-cking your b-tch like it’s something to do
boy i got birds and they in the coop
your b-tch playing games
crash bandicoot
beating n-ggas up like many do

- tyler kinng

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