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lirik lagu vince mcmahon – prayforjoeyy

[intro]:
i put my b*tches in christian dior
i got cash but im tryna make more
i put my b*tches in christian dior
woah
i put my b*tches in christian dior

[chorus]:
i put my b*tches in christian dior
yea you know i got cash but im tryna make more
everywhere that i go i pull up two door

yea tonight’s going down like monday night raw
i just pull up with a stick man i feel like thor
i ain’t f*cking these b*tches unless she ain’t no wh0re
keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
snuck her in but she better be out by the morning

[verse 1]:
double cup i’ve been sipping hi tech
if that n*gga ain’t gang he ain’t earn my respect
all the racks on the floor i be making it wet
heard he tryna make cash cut the dice and lets bet
i just make her lil tap tap give me head
i be smoking on cack jack got me red
all that lean i might nap nap straight to bed
i be high on the flap jacks on a jet

yea i send a n*gga back
send a n*gga back
all these balmain jeans make a b*tch clap
twenty twenty yea im still rocking snapbacks
how you go around town doing my dance
how you go around town claiming you gang

stacking them hundreds no fifties
i get a stiff from my gl!cky
he ain’t doing sh*t he ain’t busy

riding around town on the molly im trippin’
i got this cash on me yea i be flipping
i make my shot i feel like scotty pippin
blew off his leg now that boy started limping

smoking on diesel
i got these hits in the trap like the beatles
i was the one serving packs when it was illegal
molly san tan got me high like a eagle
i went and got my lil baby new birkin
couple weeks later on my phone she was lurking
told her to chill a young n*gga was flirting
she left with the birk a young n*gga was hurting

and none of these b*tches is perfect
spending racks and that stress it ain’t worth it
i just talk to the lord on my knees

oh wait i forgot
but im still serving packs after church every week
hit a blunt with my deacon he asked for some sheets
she suck on my d*ck i just tell her to preach
yea she got a fat ass and it look like a peach
yea these n*ggas some lames and they still tryna leach
i go high on the keys man i feel like alicia
why that boy tryna fight man he ain’t got no reach
all this water on me like i came off the beach
sheesh

[chorus]:
i put my b*tches in christian dior
yea you know i got cash but im tryna make more
everywhere that i go i pull up two door
yea tonight’s going down like monday night raw
i just pull up with a stick man i feel like thor
i ain’t f*cking these b*tches unless she ain’t no wh0re
keep these hundred round drums on me just like the force
snuck her in but she better be out by the morning

[chorus]:
i put my b*tches in christian dior
yea you know i got cash but im tryna make more
everywhere that i go i pull up two door

- prayforjoeyy

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