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lil london bitch - prayers Lyrics



lil london bitch - prayers Lyrics
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Stick that boy up
With a Michael Myers mask
I don't give a f*ck
Pussy, put it in the bag
She said she bleeding red, then put it in your ass
A nigga living fast, man I hope I don't crash
I'm riding with a VEC, pouring red, this shit TEC
That bitch she wanna smash, she get bent, then she get dicked
I pass her to the bro and she get thrown
For extra licks and I'm sitting on this throne,
With Molly and Onyx
With the dogs, thats my pets
.223s at your chest
.556 go through trees, so I think they go through vest
She pray to me so I'ma bless
I exercise her, she get stretched
Like it's The Exorcist
A Exorcism
I was just praying to my gat
I was praying to the yoppa (huh?)
Praying to my choppa huh
I just hit my Kodak boppa uh
I'ma junkie, but no flocker (huh?)
Throw up these gang sings, i got chakra
Feel like Sasuke, my bitch Sakura
They stay on our page, they stalking us
Feel like Spider-Man bitch they watching us!
She get extra sloppy (sloppy, sloppy)
When she clean it (what?)
She be moppin up
Bust right on her titties, they so big, so she gon lick it up
I got hella bittys in your city, dropping all they drawls
Ion give f*ck, ian listening
If you ain talm bout digits nah
Ion want that perc, that shit fake
That shit fentanyl
Got my bitch she hurt, I'm on the phone
Yeah, i got 2 calls
Rockstar shit, yes i got two broads
My pants from ditch, this straight from the gulag
Rocking a suit and I ain got no tie on
I got her so hot, tol her to cool off
Stick that boy up
With a Michael Myers mask
I don't give a f*ck
Pussy, put it in the bag
She said she bleeding red then put it in your ass
A nigga living fast man I hope I don't crash
I'm riding with a VEC, pouring red, this shit TEC
That bitch she wanna smash, she get bent, then she get dicked
I pass her to the bro and she get thrown
For extra licks and I'm sitting on this throne
With Molly and Onyx
With the dogs, thats my pet
.223s at your chest
.556 go through trees, so I think they go through vest
She pray to me so I'ma bless
I exercise her, she get stretched
Like it's The Exorcist
A Exorcism
I was just praying to my gat
I was praying to the yoppa (huh?)
Praying to my choppa huh
I just hit my kodak boppa uh
I'ma junkie, but no flocker (huh?)
Throw up these gang sings, i got chakra
Feel like Sasuke, my bitch Sakura
They stay on our page, they stalking us
Feel like Spider-Man bitch they watching us!
She get extra sloppy (sloppy, sloppy)
When she clean it (what?)
She be moppin up
Bust right on her titties, they so big
So she gon lick it up
I got hella bittys in your city
Dropping all they drawls
Ion give f*ck, ian listening
If you ain talm bout digits nah
Run this shit, the f*ck up (run it up)
Run this shit, the f*ck up (what, yeah!)
Run this shit, the f*ck up (rockstar!)
Run this shit, the f*ck up (yeah!)
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Stick that boy up
With a Michael Myers mask
I don't give a f*ck
Pussy, put it in the bag
She said she bleeding red, then put it in your ass
A nigga living fast, man I hope I don't crash
I'm riding with a VEC, pouring red, this shit TEC
That bitch she wanna smash, she get bent, then she get dicked
I pass her to the bro and she get thrown
For extra licks and I'm sitting on this throne,
With Molly and Onyx
With the dogs, thats my pets
.223s at your chest
.556 go through trees, so I think they go through vest
She pray to me so I'ma bless
I exercise her, she get stretched
Like it's The Exorcist
A Exorcism
I was just praying to my gat
I was praying to the yoppa (huh?)
Praying to my choppa huh
I just hit my Kodak boppa uh
I'ma junkie, but no flocker (huh?)
Throw up these gang sings, i got chakra
Feel like Sasuke, my bitch Sakura
They stay on our page, they stalking us
Feel like Spider-Man bitch they watching us!
She get extra sloppy (sloppy, sloppy)
When she clean it (what?)
She be moppin up
Bust right on her titties, they so big, so she gon lick it up
I got hella bittys in your city, dropping all they drawls
Ion give f*ck, ian listening
If you ain talm bout digits nah
Ion want that perc, that shit fake
That shit fentanyl
Got my bitch she hurt, I'm on the phone
Yeah, i got 2 calls
Rockstar shit, yes i got two broads
My pants from ditch, this straight from the gulag
Rocking a suit and I ain got no tie on
I got her so hot, tol her to cool off
Stick that boy up
With a Michael Myers mask
I don't give a f*ck
Pussy, put it in the bag
She said she bleeding red then put it in your ass
A nigga living fast man I hope I don't crash
I'm riding with a VEC, pouring red, this shit TEC
That bitch she wanna smash, she get bent, then she get dicked
I pass her to the bro and she get thrown
For extra licks and I'm sitting on this throne
With Molly and Onyx
With the dogs, thats my pet
.223s at your chest
.556 go through trees, so I think they go through vest
She pray to me so I'ma bless
I exercise her, she get stretched
Like it's The Exorcist
A Exorcism
I was just praying to my gat
I was praying to the yoppa (huh?)
Praying to my choppa huh
I just hit my kodak boppa uh
I'ma junkie, but no flocker (huh?)
Throw up these gang sings, i got chakra
Feel like Sasuke, my bitch Sakura
They stay on our page, they stalking us
Feel like Spider-Man bitch they watching us!
She get extra sloppy (sloppy, sloppy)
When she clean it (what?)
She be moppin up
Bust right on her titties, they so big
So she gon lick it up
I got hella bittys in your city
Dropping all they drawls
Ion give f*ck, ian listening
If you ain talm bout digits nah
Run this shit, the f*ck up (run it up)
Run this shit, the f*ck up (what, yeah!)
Run this shit, the f*ck up (rockstar!)
Run this shit, the f*ck up (yeah!)
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Writer: SOSO ANTI
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Language: English
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