Tasha The Amazon – Prayer lyrics

[Verse 1] For your entertainment, I be on another wave bitch I don't do for the payment but somebody better fuckin' pay me Cause I ain't dying broke, dying nameless And I ain't even leaving 'til the flame lit Uh, dirtiest players in the game shit, call me Clay Davis Always grind, never lowkey, that's how I stay hot in the cold breeze Got a degree and I sold trees to pay my student loans and my gold teeth Always on the stoop with some rugged crooks I'm always talking truce with my fuckin' dudes Alwyas hit 'em hard like a hundred proof Always all black down to my fuckin' shoes Yeah, red like [?] My back roll, I don't need that I don't flex, I just lean back I don't flex, I just lean back Yeah lean back, on 'em like a refill And my squad ain't fuckin' with your clique still This is my life, leave me to my free will Look at me like she won't, maybe she will Come run with me while I put my work in I'm gone like I'm packing up my Birkins I'm a gravedigger cause i put my dirt in Come sing for my soul like a church hymn And I'm burning, and shit this ain't medicinal Nah, I'm running with criminals On a wave, it's a flood like I'm Biblical Never die, I'm fuckin' invincible [Hook] All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer Make you say Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer [Verse 2] Keep your gun fingers up, hoes down, all my winners up Critics wanna talk like I give a fuck I'mma swipe on them haters like it's Tinder Fuck with me, yeah, came from the bottom like a sediment Keep my head on the money like a president You can watch but don't judge like a reverend Cause I'm 'bout to be the best that I've ever been Dudes rapping 'bout "Damn I like bitches" Your shirt in your mouth just like bitches The sweets in all black, we stay twisted Come find me, I'll pack it and lift it The night time's the right time for talking and wishing After varsity, plotting these missions Turn to walking in silent positions Squad, got the gats on me, we a religion Lighters flicker in the basement Faces to the front like a congregation You in the grace of the greatness Give praise and keep the acid away from the basics I ain't wasted, I'm just high up on the game like I weight lift Go ahead and wait bitch, can't relate cause we flagrant This a statement, before we eat the world, say graces I see Buddha when I hit a puff See good Muslims all up in that titty club See good Christians want that good dick But it's hard to see God in that hood shit We only close to heaven when we high as fuck So I said "Go ahead, put you lighters up" We just tryna find a way, can you blame us? These the type of sins that make us famous [Hook] All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer All my villains in the lair, get it, say a prayer Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer Two gun fingers in the air, get it, say a prayer Make you say Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap, that's your prayer [Outro] That's your prayer That's your prayer That's your prayer That's your prayer That's your prayer That's your prayer Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap Brrrrap, brrrap, brrrap, brrrap.... Explain Request ×

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