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hooli bally - pray 4 revenge lyrics
(bridge)
see thru these lenses
see thru a lot
i know these n-ggas playin for my spot
get me some hen
get me a pot
cookin my own blend & its hot
i only want 10s in the spot
i want a freak friend not a thot
endin my weekends wit a dot
i whip a big benz off the lot
so that’s a big b
talk cash or miss me
no mask , you see me
big bags from dg
so high like et
no scope , i site see
can’t text or write me
she yellin “pipe me”
(verse 1)
these n-ggas hype beasts
mud on the white tee
gold on my white t–th
shine like a breitling
yo bm triflin
boy why you wife it?
in love wit my fit
fendi thats my b-tch
i ordered ones , strictly for the strippers
she won’t shake -ss , reachin for my zipper
i be goin in deep , big dipper
that hoe a freak , leek had to pimp her
roll up a backwood , non-skimper
barely smokin em but i ain’t a beginner
eatin steaks like a m-th-f-ckin winner
grind hard til i’m chiefin in sprinters
(chorus)
you n-ggas pray for revenge
f-ck who against me , a foe or a friend
don’t miss yo shot at the end
he jacked his shot like i told em go 10
how much my shirt? it depends
you can’t go buy it or wear it my friend
i put my heart in the pin
locked up , no bail , give h-ll within
(bridge)
see thru these lenses
see thru a lot
i know these n-ggas playin for my spot
get me some hen
get me a pot
cookin my own blend & its hot
i only want 10s in the spot
i want a freak friend not a thot
endin my weekends wit a dot
i whip a big benz off the lot
(verse 2)
f-ck around , got me a triple double
stack it up & hustle
shout out to my brothers
too many b-tches like its brothel
can you dig it pimpin?! can you dig it sucka?!
put that lil freak way up under cover
way she do it to me she ain’t ate no supper
i won’t be usin no different rubbers , b-tch its mag gang , f-ck them other f-ckers
he want revenge and sh-t
that n-gga mad , i bent his b-tch
goin out sad , he sent a diss
im in my bag , ain’t hearin sh-t
stackin them legos for the kids
puttin my whole city on the grid
gettin my name tatted on her t-t
real n-gga , definition of lit
(chorus)
you n-ggas pray for revenge
f-ck who against me , a foe or a friend
don’t miss yo shot at the end
he jacked his shot like i told em go 10
how much my shirt? it depends
you can’t go buy it or wear it my friend
i put my heart in the pin
locked up , no bail , give h-ll within
(bridge)
see thru these lenses
see thru a lot
i know these n-ggas playin for my spot
get me some hen
get me a pot
cookin my own blend & its hot
i only want 10s in the spot
i want a freak friend not a thot
endin my weekends wit a dot
i whip a big benz off the lot
so that’s a big b
talk cash or miss me
no mask , you see me
big bags from dg
so high like et
no scope , i site see
can’t text or write me
she yellin “pipe me”
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