| Scout!
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| Six spots, twelve stoves and I need more pots
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| And I told more nuts that my boys got caught
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| Bitch, I could say his finger licking how I whip up powder
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| I took your food and Prada shoes and added me more power
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| And if you bought some Sour Diesel, then your dream gone sour
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| I treat your shooters like cowards, make your team look sour.
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| I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder
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| RIP to… on right arm was a rifle
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| I would race you for the car, but look you don’t got the title
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| If you ain’t made ten mil, I can’t call you my rival!
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| I got your baby mama… using saliva
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| I made the Forbes list, man, you just a subscriber!
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| My momma say you just a lying, conniving lil' …
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| Nigga killed his own brother saying, that shit in the Bible
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| Man, Joe Blow chose the fork, and you chose the screwdriver
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| I made another steal a car but I made the cash off a niner
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| I went so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me
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| And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me
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| Hook:
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| I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (Amen)
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| No grey hair I ain’t stressing the case
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| Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
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| Man what else can I say?
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| I’m still gonna flex in their face!
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| What the fuck can I say?
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| I got racks in the safe
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| Get rolling the gat on my waist,
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| That house they trap in that place
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| Leaning so hard on the train, I forgot what to say
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| Never forget where I came,
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| And it’s all cause I’m having my way!
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| That right to, I’m having my way
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| By the bay, I move, penthouse by the lake
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| They cool my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe
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| Got a pool, twelve acres and a guest house if you wanna stay.
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| Man I’m cool, getting paper, and a custom Cartier
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| I’m a smooth operator, I gotta customer named Shade
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| And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day,
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| Don’t try to pull up inside all grey
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| I ain’t gonna play with you, I’m impatient too,
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| Ain’t gonna wait for you!
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| I’m pimping like players do,
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| Lean match the gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proof
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| You looking nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food
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| Ok cool, I got a plug like no other
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| No discussion me and Thugger,
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| Waiting on judgment!
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| Hook: (x2)
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| I’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (Amen)
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| No grey hair I ain’t stressing the case
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| Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
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| Man what else can I say?
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| I’m still gonna flex in their face!
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| What the fuck can I say?
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| I got racks in the safe
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| Get rolling the gat on my waist,
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| That house they trap in that place
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| Leaning so hard on the train, I forgot what to say
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| Never forget where I came,
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| And it’s all cause I’m having my way!
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| Uh, never forget where I came
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| And it’s all cause I’m having my way!
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| Uh, never forget where I came
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| And it’s all cause I’m having my way!
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say a Prayer , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album C.N.O.T.E Vs Gucci: Collectors Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп