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pray for me - tyler kinng lyrics

[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 lyrics

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