Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray, artist - Cdot Honcho. Date of issue: 26.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pray |
| ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney |
| Honcho, Honcho, Honcho |
| I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy |
| Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour |
| I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser |
| Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival |
| You be prayin' that bitch let you hit it |
| And be prayin' she know some more bitches |
| I’m prayin' that bitch ain’t a ho |
| I’m a freak but I ain’t with the kissin' |
| He prayin' he stay on his toes |
| Hundred round, it ain’t no way to miss him |
| Put you out, fo’nem handle that mission |
| Next day, handful of y’all missin' |
| Thick- thick hoes, never get in they business, ayy |
| Switch hoes, never get in my feelings, ayy |
| Smoke woods, Lambo drop ceilings |
| Pull- pull up to your shit in interest |
| Car dash even though I ain’t Tristan |
| All fast, I’m Ross, I’m whistlin' |
| Off gas, C Dash don’t listen |
| I love hoodrats, keep pimpin', bitch |
| I just woke up in your town |
| Look baby I’m here for a night so after that night you won’t see me around |
| This Gucci just came in today, I’m buyin' it all, you won’t see it around |
| No cap, fo’nem ain’t tryna hear no yap |
| Locate the crib, it ain’t no map |
| Slide up and X 'em like they app |
| I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy |
| Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour |
| I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser |
| Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival |
| Honcho Honcho Honcho |
| Ayy, I’m in NY slidin', the Uber mad, there’s too much traffic outside |
| When I’m in LA I’m slidin' and shit, you probably won’t catch on your side |
| I got some shit in this ride |
| It might knock a chunk out your side |
| She on my dick like where is your trunk, your top went up inside |
| Hah, I don’t know, your name bitch, I don’t know |
| Forty sent homeboy up the road, for AR sent homeboy to Idaho |
| AR, kill a nigga off audio |
| Work a bitch out like cardio |
| My wood look like sloppy joes |
| But this ain’t that type of party though |
| I ain’t got shit for a nigga |
| And I ain’t got shit for a bitch, better ride this dick, that’s it for a nigga |
| Hey, I be too high, she know that she love me, she even give gifts to a nigga |
| My pockets on swole, I really don’t give a fuck who finna switch on a nigga |
| I’m just prayin' them hundreds get thicker |
| Honcho Honcho |
| I’m prayin' I catch this boardin' time, ayy |
| Security took me an hour, I smell like I’m traveling sour |
| I got shit to do, stop tryna hate on me, catch me on your daughter’s browser |
| Need a ticket for two so no one sit next to me, wake me up upon arrival (gas, |
| gas) |
| Haha |
| C-D-O-T man, Honcho gang shit bitch |