Bambino Gold

Bambino Gold - Pray For Me Mama lyrics

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I’m on my grin I don’t have time, pray for me mama

Pray for me mama

It’s kind of hard sometimes, pray for me mama

Loving my life, still on street, that mean I got on the beat

Blurred in on blurred out, i ball hard every toy

Combine the falla with a pussy

Every day I got it

Ain’t the one how fall with it, cross it down, middle shut you

Roof man, dug man, nigga ask bout he key

Rest bills, go to shopping

What in the house right be

Had meal on that day they cause me to kill

That don’t be the truck, beating on, coming on be

Up for all, getting bullet and I go

Let’s spoke my cook ain’t right

Right hands gonna get some bitch

But you click it up profits, I ain’t hit the crumble bugg it off

Got it

Try to get up with that hey being halo

Streets nigga today will be the same tomorrow

Nigga try to duplicate, we creating the convicts

No sings on the dug nigga cuz know I rocking on

Will be no go

I’m on my grin I don’t have time, pray for me mama

Pray for me mama

It’s kind of hard sometimes, pray for me mama

Man I do this for my hustle

I’m on my grin I don’t have time, pray for me mama

Pray for me mama

It’s kind of hard sometimes, pray for me mama

Man I do this for my hustle

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