Prey

Let us pray, for all dem' bitch **** 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 **** in da way

Let us pray, that we never see no rainy days

Let us pray, for all dem' bitch **** in da way

Let us pray, that we never see no rainy days