Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prayer, artist - Twista. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Prayer |
| They say they want the original Twist |
| So I’m about to go in the mental and then I’ma hit 'em with this |
| Brutality at its finest when come to rhythm and rhymin' |
| Since they want me to come and empty the clip |
| I’m finna get to 'em, introducin' a new fear to 'em |
| Better beware of who can enter the terror |
| I know that it’s a new era, I respect 'em all |
| Except for them niggas actin' like bitches |
| That be wearin' mascara, and they go for whoevr |
| Do a maneuver for you to pursue, a |
| Nigga lik me but you can’t, I’m a barracuda |
| Big dog off Eukanuba, now you know who the ruler |
| Smokin' super buddha that get you blowed like a tuba |
| Now I got the fire in my iris |
| Rappin' to the violin on violence |
| Action, I’m admirin' the sirens |
| Passion and desire through the cryin' |
| See the bullets flyin', see the bodies dyin', this is genocide |
| When they ridin' see the hammer, I |
| Take over like a locksmith, breakin' into the cockpit |
| Cut off the autopilot to the engine, then drop shit |
| Then jump into the moshpit |
| Now I’m all up in a cloud with the loud |
| Actin' wild in the middle of the mob like I’m off one |
| Vocals full of hot shells to the dome of the adversaries |
| They be talkin' shit till they caught one |
| Bust anatomy yellin' «fuck what y’all sayin'» |
| Nigga, we into it so die while the music is playin' |
| Tell everybody get face down on the ground |
| I’mma leave 'em all layin', and leave 'em all prayin' |
| Your flow is fraudulent |
| I can tell by the reaction of the audience |
| 'cause they are not partyin' |
| The track I am bodyin', I’m a fool |
| Takin' niggas to school, I am the guardian |
| Lyrics are vital |
| I spit the kinda shit that excites you |
| I am the Christ and y’all are my disciples |
| Religion will protect, bullets hit you in the chest |
| If I have to I shoot through the Bible with the rifle |
| Tiger without a title |
| Strike 'em like I’m Michael Myers |
| Cut the tires, I desire blood when I step into the colosseum |
| Sacrificial lamb, I’mma be him, I can beat 'em |
| Down to a pulp, tell me who can stop me, I don’t see 'em |
| If the bullets that y’all clip’ll spray ricochet this-a-way |
| It can say pick a day that you gon' see some disarray |
| Lyrics spillin' out like andele, andele, run away |
| I’m a creature when I keep on dissin' your bitch away |
| When it come to pimpin' styles then I am an emblem |
| The way I disassemble 'em and reassemble 'em |
| Syllable after syllable down to the minimum |
| And swingin' back and forth on a bitch like a pendulum |
| Before I murder you I’ma give you an option |
| You say you will get it poppin' I’ma ask you where your verse at |
| Or face your funeral, I’m fuckin' up your fantasy |
| And shoot your family up when they comin' down the church steps |
| See the black masks poppin' out the van and they buckin' |
| Like they know that you was fuckin' up the plug with the man |
| All up in the club throwin' money and you |
| Wasn’t showin' love to the land, I’mma leave 'em all prayin' |