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prayed for this - zelly ocho lyrics

[intro]
(a*a*ae)
yeah, i came out them streets, yeah, i came out them streets
(a*a*aevy music)

[chorus]
i came out them streets, and a n*gga done hustlin’
i came out them streets, n*gga, [?]
oh
yeah, i pray to the drugs, n*gga, i got it out in the streets
yeah, i got out of my bed, n*gga, my shoes just got some crease
always keep my money on me
couldn’t even trust my momma the way i was countin’ that m*th*f*ckin’ cheese
(cheez*its, cheez*its, uh, vlease)
i came out the bottom, i told that b*tch to get on her knees
i came out the m*th*f*ckin’ bottom, b*tch, please
they was always hatin’ on the v. l. a .d
all these n*ggas still hatе v. l. a .d
but they b*tch probably sucked the gang up for thе free

[verse 1]
i was in the mothaf*ckin’ stu, my brother was served
i got some money on my mind so i started swervin’
i got that b*tch on my d*ck and it’s making me nervous
her boyfriend a mothaf*ckin’ opp
i hope boy don’t try ’cause you know we purging
v. l. a .d, i put my d*ck in that b*tch, she deserve it
i’m just sippin’ on lean today, i don’t even wanna take no perky’s
i’m itchin’ when i’m around that hate and n*gga, i think i’m allergic (i’m itchin’, frrt)
they put a b*tton on that b*tch shootin’ so you gotta curve it
yeah, i look at her mothaf*ckin’ p*ssy, it look like kirby
[verse 2]
i’m back on them drugs, n*gga
baby, watch out, that pack got syrup in it
she let me f*ck, but i’m not the third, n*gga
she let me f*ck, i’m the first, n*gga
a n*gga’s a hip in the ‘burb sellin’
i got a carpet, a bird in it
the car don’t land, but a bird in it
my b*tch so bad, i curse b*tches
his beat too fire, put a verse in it

i know a lot of n*ggas that be lying to talk
how ’bout the free car, n*gga, i’m spinning and sh*t, and i don’t give a f*ck who you is (see ya)
i’m geekin’, i sound like yoda
when i be talking, i get me slurring my words
i put that d*ck in the motor
i dropped d*ck in that b*tch, she drive on the curb (skrr)
opp n*gga try and get noticed
he’ll get put on the ground with them rip words
plugs tryna tax me
i’ma cross his ass like you got served
like, “zelly, what’s my purpose?”
i gotta cross that n*gga, can’t wait my turn
these n*ggas took my words
like these n*ggas took my slurs
and i leave a n*gga on the curve
on the curve
[bridge]
i ain’t f*ckin’ vappin’ when i say that b*tch give me verse
i’m ’bout to hop in that bag and i’m ’bout to hop in it first
i gotta get me some money so i’m ’bout to sell me a verse like crack
pills in the trap right now, i sell me a bag, they give me a bird
like bro wanna get on my hat right now, like f*ck the stu’ and f*ck the verse
like you know the rule, you hop in the motherf*ckin’ streets, get f*cked, can’t say a word

[chorus]
yeah, i pray to the drugs, n*gga, i got it out in the streets
yeah, i got out of my bed, n*gga, my shoes just got some creases
always keep my money on me
couldn’t even trust my momma the way i was countin’ that motherf*ckin’ cheese
i came out the bottom, i told that b*tch to get on her knees
i came out the motherf*ckin’ bottom, b*tch please
they was always hating on the v. l. a .d
all these n*ggas still hate v. l. a .d
but they b*tch probably sucked the gang up for the free

- zelly ocho lyrics

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