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• Artiste: Qveen Herby
• Titre: Pray For Me
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Yeah, pray for me Tell all of these boys, "Stay away from me" All they wanna do is play with me Can't give 'em the shine when I can tell a rock from a diamond Somebody pray for me Can't keep all these fuckboys away from me Tryna stack these coins, can't relate to me I'm what they desire, hit 'em with the side-eye and silence Yeah, yeah yeah yeah This that fire, this that hickory smoke This the shit that make you wanna hit the liquory store This the left the other the nigga, he won't lick in it though But he all in my DMs, and I ain't clickin' it, though This that, oh, he got shit to prove, make him come in twos Can't refuse, okay, bitch, you lose, they can't kiss my jewels This that bougie, get the pool wet This that every Tuesday, sippin' D'USSÉ, we like Lately, I've been chillin', I've been chillin' real cold Type of (Meow) have him givin' up the door code Ridin' in my crib to ridin' in the Range Rove' Used to overlookin', now they wanna lick your soul, just Pray for me Tell all of these boys, "Stay away from me" All they wanna do is play with me Can't give 'em the shine when I can tell a rock from a diamond Somebody pray for me Can't keep all these fuckboys away from me Tryna stack these coins, can't relate to me I'm what they desire, hit 'em with the side-eye and silence Yeah, uh I came for the gold, they in second place Turn these deuces loose, cut the fuse, they can't come my way I'm the one they dream 'bout, they can keep on dreamin' Pull off in the Lamb' 'fore I let 'em get they schemin' Oh, that's right, they talkin' 'bout me, I been swishin', Nike Pushin' beats like Iovine, wanna buy me nice things So I say "Bitch, I might be," got me doin' Tai Chi Switch the flow up nightly, make it seem like Spike Lee Look, lately, I been workin', I been cuttin' my teeth Muscle on these boys, but they game is so weak Don't know what I owe ya, but the talk is so cheap Don't know what they told you, but this (Meow) ain't free, uh Pray for me Tell all of these boys, "Stay away from me" All they wanna do is play with me Can't give 'em the shine when I can tell a rock from a diamond Somebody pray for me Can't keep all these fuckboys away from me Tryna stack these coins, can't relate to me I'm what they desire, hit 'em with the side-eye and silence Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me Pray for me, pray for me