Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Now I Pray , by - MusalinySong from the album God's Favorite, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Now I Pray |
| Yo, yo, yo guns, wars, banana clips holdin |
| Tec nine’s the wet clothin |
| These niggas heard we mack moldin |
| It’s all gravy how I fuckin my eighties |
| No women, no babies, Versace niggas get crump crazy |
| You think I’m soft how I’m up in the loft |
| And gettin sucked off, with some Cristal on my cock |
| And plus duck sauce and two Spanish bitches lickin it off |
| Nah, ain’t shit changed I’m still pickin you off |
| I stay drunk wit a lot of reefer |
| These niggas gay like the guard that was in «Sleepers» |
| Two ways without beepers |
| These little niggas more leapers |
| I got gangstas that gangbang on all creatures |
| Shoot your whole face up and fucked up your features |
| Iraq soldier, see the Henny made me fall over |
| And still fuck 'til I’m dead sober |
| I don’t care about your balls, your hood, or your weed |
| Fuck your whack ass thoughts I can throw some speed |
| Now I lay me down to sleep |
| I pray the lord my soul to keep |
| If I should die before I wake |
| I pray the lord my soul to take (uh) |
| I desecrate the nations, gee I’m a sick individual |
| Jose Louis yo, Analog digital |
| Cigliari Trarabelly, Run Isreali my niggas run deep in your roots |
| Allah Kelly got your project shook, everytime you look |
| Cause I pray fifty niggas every flight they book |
| Your more story, get up outta the club, it’s drunk NORE |
| Hands around my two Spanish bitches holdin my liquor |
| Across the street these niggas scopin me, hopin I slip |
| Like I ain’t on point, but what point is this |
| Do they know my fingers stay itchy, my whip do a buck sixty |
| Do a 360 donut, and shoot 50 niggas in they fuckin faces |
| I dumped their bodies by the horse races bloody valore, a couple Nore faces |
| Yo keep hatin until you will see |
| More volts in your chest plate it’s hard to breathe |
| It go |
| Uh, ah |
| Hey yo this street life we live it |
| This thug life we live it |
| If you ain’t frontin, we live this shit |
| Hey yo this street life we live it |
| This thug shit we live it |
| Thugged out ain’t playin, we live this shit |
| Hey yo, hey yo, it’s Muze vinity chin tap your chin |
| Send a shot through your limb, think we ain’t gonna win |
| Stuff valar I know they way I’m livin ain’t right |
| But’s that’s life live and learn 'til I get my game tight |
| I came up a broken home, rolled wit chrome |
| Pops was never known on the block 'til my cheddar’s blown |
| Fiendin for the day I was on, fat beats since the day I was born |
| Too know he snatched me and my other half |
| Thugged out never gettin cash |
| No mom would put a foot in nigga’s ass, mash |
| Coast to coast wit the Cali most |
| Tally wit toast and party wit my cousin’s ghost |
| You bitch nigga, what |
| (*talking*) |
| Uh, Now I lay me down to sleep |
| I pray the lord my soul to keep |
| If I should die before I wake |