Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray, artist - Gilbere Forte. Date of issue: 04.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pray |
| Yeah |
| My daddy was born ready, I was ready |
| Your time of death, my cost of living |
| Michigan/Philly nigga, red, white Jordan 6's |
| Went to school in the 'burbs, but that make no difference |
| White boys on my team go harder then niggas |
| We the best in the game, but yo coach ain’t never listen |
| Unsigned like a motherfucka, now that the labels fishing |
| Signed a deal a year ago, got out of it cuz I ain’t feel the dough |
| Got a cool mil off «Black Chukkas», I know yo but I’m cool bro |
| All black, all black, all black! |
| (My nigga) |
| But you anointed Christian |
| Yo mama dressed you for church nigga, who you kiddin? |
| Dick-in-the-booty ass niggas, you must be shittin' |
| They say I’m the greatest in the world, but I’m tryna live it |
| 40 ounce got all the bitches, P. G county got all the bitches |
| I’m a trill nigga, in Hilfiger, my style leave you end up missing |
| Fashion killer… Paris life I’m with Bob Sinclar…(get it?) |
| 3000 electrolytes |
| Walk hard and my soul glow, 3000 electro lights |
| Got coke lines in the bathroom, baddest bitches live the wild life |
| Tall bitches give the best head, standing up on my bed |
| I drive a go cart through the shopping mall |
| Staring up skirts: no draws |
| Cruising in front of your bitch, parking her whip |
| Talking and gawking the kid, arguing 'bout shit |
| Both of y’all need to get off of my dick, dick |
| A nigga came too far, to live a lie |
| I die young… to be still alive |
| Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray |
| Let us pray, let us pray, let us pray |
| Who will survive in America, on the top floor of hysteria |
| Looking down to my life, like how the fuck did I marry her? |
| Life’s a bitch but she suck a good dick |
| Ass fatter than the bottom of a Benz, sitting on low 23 inch |
| Shoosh!, belly of the beast, I ain’t hungry though |
| Vegan life for you pork rolls, En Noir leather short flow |
| Android Homme when I walk (cold), Balmain sweater when I’m laying low |
| I’m on a balcony blowing halo’s |
| With Topo Chico by the case load, staring at life tryna drink slow |
| One day I’mma ball like, Jay-Dub and Susu |
| On a private jet to that red moon, Instagram on my phone too |
| On a plane wildin out making babies |
| Goddamn I must be crazy (nigga) |
| Fucking like I’m in the 80s (nigga), 87 I was that baby (wooo) |
| Bombs bombs blown away |
| My swag done fucked yo hoes away |
| I style myself put your clothes away |
| Raak killed the beat, thats a throw away |
| Can’t find the body muthafuckin cold case, fuck everybody |
| Young OG… middle finger to niggas dick riding me |
| I wear my heart on my chest, ffffuck yo necklace, fuck yo necklace |
| Turning my phone off, ffffuck yo texts, fuck yo texts |
| My daddy dead, I was born a blessing, born a blessing |
| Summer time in '92, back seat, I was rolling Benzes (Swerve!) |
| Clio Road, to that Southside, I’m coming home, at Grammy time |
| So my grandma know I still ride, for my blood, I will die |
| Forte and Bryant, I’m so king nigga kiss my highness |
| En Noir life, you niggas get from round us (wooo) |
| Nigga! |
| You think this the death of a dynasty |
| This art of war, Raak and DeNiro beside of me, I’ve been quiet too long |
| JWhi nigga pass that loud, smoking on that heaven |
| Can you see them clouds? |