Lyrics to Malverde's Prayer
All my bad things
I pray for mercy and that you releave all my pain
Your that ...in the glories God
Listen to the suffering and ambitions
Give me health, well being, and happiness
A lot of rumors I'll be faking
I wish they was here cuz my nigga is begging up while I'm laying this
They know I still wait, braking so much down, my nigga black
Just one of the smooth
Rolling dice for cross meals
Put your heart on the ..and tell me how poor John feels
Put me in lains only talk as '
..they feeling they all the same
Balls even, turn up the car, speak with us
Young bitches swimming like sharp '
Bizzy told me to switch lows let's get dope
The main man it's stuck that's how we pick rose
A lot of cups never shuts and goose
Casing that and they won't stop
Now your bitch it's o the floor sits
I got the number on the gallery in front of the corp sits
No resolution I got a year off they was still try to offer some distribution
To taking my style but that's how many play
It's so good I am here hide anyway
Bout main I ball hard
I give a fuck how else pronounce the money I give it all
Pound stretch, out of time fresh
Somewhere not long 'on the top round sweats nigga
Order for my liquor brown
A lot of mause if I got it , we got it I hope my niggas down
Death pulls from the nigga team
I just pray to see my son see his bigger dream
Stay smarter, I'm the best but the killers last much longer
I'm label the great father, bad husband, fucking up all my queen
Try to do good but the bitches get in between
Never give the respect deserve
Call me swiping, I'm not calling the '
It's just a lesson learn
I play the boss take away the cobs
So my nigga is man high I'm just paying in the forth
Nigga berry with the 'instead to '
Head turn back I'm like goofier on the derby
It's the and we all in black
Big money but my brothers before that
Beat, beat
I pray for mercy and that you releave all my pain
Your that ...in the glories God
Listen to the suffering and ambitions
Give me health, well being, and happiness
A lot of rumors I'll be faking
I wish they was here cuz my nigga is begging up while I'm laying this
They know I still wait, braking so much down, my nigga black
Just one of the smooth
Rolling dice for cross meals
Put your heart on the ..and tell me how poor John feels
Put me in lains only talk as '
..they feeling they all the same
Balls even, turn up the car, speak with us
Young bitches swimming like sharp '
Bizzy told me to switch lows let's get dope
The main man it's stuck that's how we pick rose
A lot of cups never shuts and goose
Casing that and they won't stop
Now your bitch it's o the floor sits
I got the number on the gallery in front of the corp sits
No resolution I got a year off they was still try to offer some distribution
To taking my style but that's how many play
It's so good I am here hide anyway
Bout main I ball hard
I give a fuck how else pronounce the money I give it all
Pound stretch, out of time fresh
Somewhere not long 'on the top round sweats nigga
Order for my liquor brown
A lot of mause if I got it , we got it I hope my niggas down
Death pulls from the nigga team
I just pray to see my son see his bigger dream
Stay smarter, I'm the best but the killers last much longer
I'm label the great father, bad husband, fucking up all my queen
Try to do good but the bitches get in between
Never give the respect deserve
Call me swiping, I'm not calling the '
It's just a lesson learn
I play the boss take away the cobs
So my nigga is man high I'm just paying in the forth
Nigga berry with the 'instead to '
Head turn back I'm like goofier on the derby
It's the and we all in black
Big money but my brothers before that
Beat, beat
Songwriters:
Publisher:
Powered by LyricFind
Publisher:
Powered by LyricFind