Paroles de la chanson Pray For Me par
Yeah, Beezy (Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it)
You know it's somethin' for them dope boys to ride too, man
Through the 5 my nigga ridin' slab
Long live the Pimp, nigga
Yeah, yeah, in my Texas flow
Uh
And I say, "Baby, get on your knees 'cause I need you to pray for me" (Why?)
And she said, "Baby, get out them streets 'cause I feel like you in too deep" (Yeah, uh)
And I been on this road so long 'cause I ain't been gettin' no sleep (On this road)
So I George Bailey when ridin' slabs 'cause I feel they after me (Slabs)
You know it's somethin' for them dope boys to ride too, man
Through the 5 my nigga ridin' slab
Long live the Pimp, nigga
Yeah, yeah, in my Texas flow
Uh
And I say, "Baby, get on your knees 'cause I need you to pray for me" (Why?)
And she said, "Baby, get out them streets 'cause I feel like you in too deep" (Yeah, uh)
And I been on this road so long 'cause I ain't been gettin' no sleep (On this road)
So I George Bailey when ridin' slabs 'cause I feel they after me (Slabs)
Beezy, uh
I send this song up for the pimp 'cause I'm feelin' good today (What else?)
Pockets on swole, lil' bro 'nem still ain't fold, might stop in my hood today (Damn)
The pint flip, grain grippin', I'm drink sippin' and I'm rockin' candy (Slab)
Four glidin', Chevy ridin', Rucci pillin' and I got the gift of gab (Uh)
I feel like Pac when I'm at my show, 'cause tell me, who do you love? (Who do you love?)
It's me, it's Beezy, the prince of the East, I really don't go in the club (The East)
Left pocket a ten in dubs, right pocket, I keep me a gun and drugs (Yeah)
Sippin' on gin and juice, the speakers slammin' Pimp and Bun (Pimp and Bun)
"Who that lil' nigga that's on that block rockin' them diamond chains?" (Bling)
Ice in my mouth, they know I'm from the South, the way that I talk with slang (Yeah)
I let my nuts hang from a young OG to the pimp game
Breakin' on hoes and flippin' these 'bows, I promised myself I'd stay true to the game (True to the game)
It ain't no truer than me, I got this juice from the streets
Showin' no love, respectin' the game and ride for the ones who ridin' with me (Ride for me)
I got Chucks on my feet, flag on the left and my Dickies creased (Crip)
Hat to the back, all 'bout a sack and them niggas that's hatin', they on tome
Ice in my mouth, they know I'm from the South, the way that I talk with slang (Yeah)
I let my nuts hang from a young OG to the pimp game
Breakin' on hoes and flippin' these 'bows, I promised myself I'd stay true to the game (True to the game)
It ain't no truer than me, I got this juice from the streets
Showin' no love, respectin' the game and ride for the ones who ridin' with me (Ride for me)
I got Chucks on my feet, flag on the left and my Dickies creased (Crip)
Hat to the back, all 'bout a sack and them niggas that's hatin', they on tome
And I say, "Baby, get on your knees 'cause I need you to pray for me" (Get on your knees, pray for me)
And she said, "Baby, get out them streets 'cause I feel like you in too deep" (What?)
And I been on this road so long 'cause I ain't been gettin' no sleep (On this road)
So I George Bailey when ridin' slabs 'cause I feel they after me (Slabs)
Yeah, uh
And she said, "Baby, get out them streets 'cause I feel like you in too deep" (What?)
And I been on this road so long 'cause I ain't been gettin' no sleep (On this road)
So I George Bailey when ridin' slabs 'cause I feel they after me (Slabs)
Yeah, uh