Lyrics Prey - KnG FsT

Let us pray, for all dem' bitch niggas in da way
Let us pray, that we never see no rainy days

No rainy days, no rainy days
I need my pockets lined, a couple concubines
I don't got no heart but still call me Valentine
Late night I crash her spine, wake up and Babbel lines
They always yellin' broke, I'm yellin' supper time
They always talkn' coke, I gotta lotta lines
I get my scrotum licked, I get her tonsils lined
You not prepared for war, don't cross dem battle lines
Yea, cotton candy, you sweet, I get plenty
I gotta new set of twins dats a double whammy
I'm servin' plates to Miami I deserve a Grammy
We at da dinner table, let's bow our heads and say a Prey

Let us pray, for all dem' bitch niggas in da way
Let us pray, that we never see no rainy days
Let us pray, for all dem' bitch niggas in da way
Let us pray, that we never see no rainy days