Testo They Pray On Downfalls - E Bangga
Testo della canzone They Pray On Downfalls (E Bangga), tratta dall'album They Pray On Downfalls
It's like they praying for your downfall
(It's like they praying for your downfall)
Pass the rock I won't the drop ball (I won't drop the ball)
Do you know how it feels to be looked over it? (Over it)
I've pushed that pressure in my whip (I've put pressure in the car)
I strictly stuck to the script (yeah, I stuck to my rules)
I road around with Jack the Ripp (I road around with the hammer)
I'm an artist get the bigger pic (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Streets had to study like school (study)
Momma ain't raise no fool (no, no, no, no)
Fire on my seat just a tool (fire)
Wash away the blood in a pool (wash it away)
Racks off addiction I'm a needle in a haystack (huh)
We don't play around little boys bring that tray back (bring back the bag)
Ask me when I want it only time I think ASAP (I need it now, right now)
Taste too exquisite I just say I'm particular (I'm particular you know)
Nigga act crazy gotta show 'em pure mix up (show 'em)
Guns hitting on that's a subwoofer (subwoofers)
Niggas into wars like school shooters (yeah, yeah)
Sticks on my side I'm a born trooper (sticks and shi-)
Nigga caught smoke and he just want hookah (he just wanna)
Life ain't what you want it but that sound super (but it sound super)
Go hard for the lick (go hard)
Or dissolve all the bricks (dissolve)
Quarter dime on my wrist
Half time they'll quit (yeah, yeah)
I don't ever think I'm smart, I'm just too ahead (I'm just too ahead)
I'm big on planting seeds 'cause I get bread (I get to the bread)
Bow to your master
Drowning in the fast cup
We be passing bread around
Fuck around and pass ya (fuck around and pass ya)
We don't got sympathy for bitches or that ass stuff (none of that)
You can feel it my verse knowing that we wrap stuff (yeah, we wrap this shit up)
It's like they praying for your downfall
(It's like they praying for your downfall)
Pass the rock I won't the drop ball (I won't drop the ball)
Do you know how it feels to be looked over it? (Do you know?)
I've pushed that pressure in my whip (I've put pressure in the car)
I strictly stuck to the script (yes, I stuck to my rules)
I road around with Jack the Ripp (I road around with the hammer)
I'm an artist get the bigger pic (keep the bigger picture)
I be vibing in my zone (vibing)
Until extra shit condoned (yeah, shit happened)
That's when road get closed (yeah)
And then chalk get drown (for real)
It's always new equations on this drawing board
The extraterrestrial is already on board (yeah, they here)
My watch got a real bad sickness
Faking over there, you can miss this (you can miss this)
Always tell the youngins hit the lick quick (hit fast)
Same way you treat he,r we don't miss shit (we don't miss shit)
Lil mama come and get on this dick (come on, come on)
Choppas got moves like rip sticks (whoa)
We grind to end to the very last drip (yes, yes)
If we feeling outta pocket, we go get new drip (we go get new drip)
We don't ever trip on no bitch (we don trip on no bitch)
We just wanna-
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